Psalm of Eulogy

He committed to his journal
 Things so bleak but true
 That we commit now to the fire
 O the Lord has taken you
 Angels claim thee, Christoph
 And bear thee from this earth
 May it suffer from thy absence
 As suffered from thy birth
 How we rue the day You took him
 We rend our clothes and cry
 We gnash our rotten teeth, O Lord
 And hurl curses to the sky
 Angels claim thee, Christoph
 And take thy soul on high
 May you fill Saint Peter's tome with haunted
 Visions from thy mind
 We lay thy body gently
 Under weeping cypress tree
 And as insects took dominion, Lord
 We sang our psalm of thee
 Angels claim thee, Christoph
 Set thee in the hand of God
 May the ashes of your journal
 Like your body, reek and rot
 Angels claim thee, Christoph
 And bear thee from this earth
 May it suffer from thy absence
 As it suffered from thy birth