Look closer where my heart is bled
I better hurry up before am dead.
I know this very path I dread.
But its something better done than said.
All those people whom I led.
Have safely packed their bags and fled.
Am left alone with me instead.
And I sharpen with gusto my axe-head.
I have to go many miles ahead.
Will cut those who stop me to shreds.
My life hangs on a golden thread.
My Glory to the world will I spread.
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