I create a song based on John Donne’s famous poem.
Death, Be Not Proud by John Donne
Death, be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for you are not so;For those whom you think you overthrowDie not, poor Death, nor yet can you kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but your pictures be,Much pleasure; then from you much more must flow,And soon our best men with you do go,Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
You are slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,And also with poison, war, and sickness dwell,Poppy or charms can make us sleep as wellBetter than your stroke; why swell you then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternallyDeath shall be no more; Death, you shall die.
A sonnet and song for those who love life and poetry!
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