jIvay

logh'a' vegh 'ejDo'wI'
'e' tIn 'ej 'e' jItIv
joghwI' jISam 'ej mavay
boch HIchwIjmey 'ej vIbaH
pung jIHutlh
pagh HoS 'ej muHoH
jIHegh, jIHegh 'ej joH'a' jIchegh

Beth Siler
3/24/2001


My starship flies through space
It is large and I enjoy it.
I find my enemy and we battle
My guns shine and I fire them.
I am without mercy
But he is strong and he kills me
I die, I die, and I return to God.

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