Alay! Here I lay moveless cold corb ‘s burried
Oh my wits my Harmons so me had departed
Moments kept in shell of some me so pridest
Alas! Shan't Leave pride aside? A cry from sky
Clay into sand ma hands start to melt hemen
In sea my I'ed prefer to vanish from earth
No worms within, by water to decompose
As the tongue enjoyed the sea-food much
Whether in abbey or in an ocean sinked
Happy may the soul so the fish me enjoy
The elder, poor you kenj yourself us feed
They my kids with fake illusion got fished
Too nasty to make hunger, their means
Pollution, poision, noise of wars sicked us