time of death

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Time slows down, eyes are blurry

Snow is falling, a gentle flurry

Morals all drop, so do the tears

The day I  finally face my fears

Dropping, no Falling in a endless hole

Gravity to great to escape the pull

All the starts form in my eyes

All i know is im about to die

It is past Time to face my final end

No worries about my soul to mend

For every second that im here

I have not a single drop of fear

Everyone knows this day will come

My heart beating like a cultists drum

I know in my soul im one with god

And soon I shall be under the sod

Ive lived my life and know it was good

I worked and always did what i could

The ambulance is here and looks in my eyes

He gives a small sigh and asks for the  time

It is then that I know I have passed

Soon I shall be under the grass

Im glad I had time to have two kids

I look at my body and I died with a grin

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