One of my favorite singers was inspired by one of my favorite poets. This is beautiful people!
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Death, Be Not Proud By John Donne
"Death, be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrowDie not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,And soonest our best men with thee do go,Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,And poppy or charms can make us sleep as wellAnd better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?One short sleep past, we wake eternallyAnd death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die."
Death Be Not ProudBy Audrey Assad
"Death, be not proud, though the whole world fear you:mighty and dreadful you may seem, but death, be not proud—for your pride has failed you— you will not kill me.Though you may dwell in plague and poison, you’re a slave to Fate and desperate men—so death, if your sleep be the gates to heaven,why your confidence?You will be no more — you will be no more — you will be no more.Even death will die.Even death will die. "
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Death, Be Not Proud By John Donne
"Death, be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrowDie not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,And soonest our best men with thee do go,Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,And poppy or charms can make us sleep as wellAnd better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?One short sleep past, we wake eternallyAnd death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die."
Death Be Not ProudBy Audrey Assad
"Death, be not proud, though the whole world fear you:mighty and dreadful you may seem, but death, be not proud—for your pride has failed you— you will not kill me.Though you may dwell in plague and poison, you’re a slave to Fate and desperate men—so death, if your sleep be the gates to heaven,why your confidence?You will be no more — you will be no more — you will be no more.Even death will die.Even death will die. "
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