| Snapping at air, I woke up.
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| I couldn’t see where I was.
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| A smell of mould, and nothing was seen.
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| Grouping for a hold, I realized my fate.
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| They laid me down in a box,
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| And threw it down into a grave,
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| They just said I was dead,
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| And obviously, I’m living yet.
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| Alive and dead?
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| Suspended animation.
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| Buried alive?
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| Deadly condemnation.
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| I’m crying now, but nobody is there.
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| The air is scanty, my voice is decreasing.
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| My mind is confused.
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| I’m knocking on the coffin.
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| Thoughtless, and entangled, I accept my fate,
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| I fell asleep, Death was the diagnosis.
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| I woke up — Better I didn’t do this.
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| I fell asleep, my body was cold,
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| And woke up in a deep, dark hole. |