Dying - i only feel apathy

Now as I am to bereaft of my troth I cry aloud my last words of lost hope. A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind; Fluxes like moisture through pores. I am unwilling to forgive Him who depriev'd me of my life - Gloaming the sequence - A momentary view. Perishing intervals of rejoice - My supreme happiness is lost! Baleful emotions od fear - my body is the earth - The earth is now destin