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