| Of my dry throat
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| Pull my hands to spectral figures
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| Seemed to me existing people
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| With horror in stillness
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| Steer at last seconds of my life.
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| Life that much shorter than I thought.
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| Absolute helplessness
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| Panic fear
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| Hopelessness
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| Death drew me down
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| To the sticky bog of unconsciousness
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| I see her laughing
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| Sharping decrepit scythe
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| I can not breath
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| Dripping blood from nose
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| Nasty salty taste
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| Words lost their meaning
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| Memory has failed
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| Base knowledge is waste
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| I loose control
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| Senses grow turbid
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| Feelings go astray
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| Now I realize
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| That my end is near
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| Soon I gonna die.
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| Experience
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| is useless
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| Material world
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| Lost it’s value
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| Spiritual world
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| Is forgotten
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| Left only born
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| primitive instincts
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| and unbending will
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| I close my eyes, die out.
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| There is no strengths to fight
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| Body has faint away
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| Sank into oblivion
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| Persistent will-power
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| Yell at me Stand UP!
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| With all mine’s might again and again
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| I try to get on feet.
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| On my feet.
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| Silent scream, no words get out
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| Of my throat
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| With horror in stillness
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| Steer at last seconds of my life. |