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Death stands the ever-present sentinel

Darkness around me warms like sun

Evils of hell fly away

Only angels care to stay

They watch me as life ticks away

Never condoning a word I say

I stumble to the floor

I care not stand no more

The angels watch and pray

While demons dance and play

Hail hail the grand old day

As life slowly slips away