But in a hostile soil, I smelt treason
It baffled my ken of simple reason
Yester night I died a martyr’s death
Tonight I got buried on the heath
Tomorrow, breaking all manacles that bind
I shall liberate myself from Death’s sinister grind,
Myself for safety, into the opposite sex bound
To live thereon, a princely life unbound

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