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sometimes i imagine death being like the end of the play
the other characters, my friends
grabbing props and taking it off stage
and i might be confused because i had no idea we were pretending
or if i'd quickly snap out of it because i knew all along..
i don't know if i'd be angry or delighted:
if i'd go searching around for whoever directed it,
if i'd be thankful to Him or if i'd have a list of complaints
or if i'd just walk away, lost and wondering what to do next?