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As I lay here in the Land of Bones/
I stare up, out and into the sky/
Becoming ever clearer- I am going to die/
I keep an ear open for infernal cries/
with a brief reprieve/
I close my eyes/
a third view- I see- oak trees/
A caressing breeze brings words/
Oh God please I face the end/
I know I've done none but sinned/
I'm sooned to be consumed by doom/
oh please- don't i have a room/
And Death grows nearer/
A loving hand griping dearer/
"The beginning of the end, come on in, you'll see some of them again"