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On my dying bed
I'm thinking about the life I had
My children are crying around
Hoping I won't fall asleep
I'm wondering how it'll be
I'll close my eyes soon probably
Anxious for a god or something like that
Stop crying, I'm not dead yet
Horror imaginations
Running through my mind
Panice exaltations
Of their worst kind
As I vomit blood
My brain starts to die
View then from above
Ice cold as I lie