Forty One Ways — Azam Ali

Forty one ways to die One strong will to live World's gone all awry Faith is the battlefield

Tender, I feel And the wheels turn To fortify a design of free will

Forty one ways to die One strong pain to feel Strapped to a suicide With just one more place to be

Tender, I feel And the wheels turn To fortify a design of free will

We test, we form, we fear, we tilt We strive, we fall, we want, we kill And we hail, and we doubt And with all waisted We heal, and we call We atone kneeled here And will stray fortified In a windfall