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Dying...
As you begin too die, first your body turns cold.
Then a shiver down your spine confirms your date with
Death. Fucking with meth got you in this mess.
Then and there you look up at the sky and see the light
Wondering if it's heaven's or hell, you really can't tell
Cause'your blinded by the light.
A second or two pass-by, feeling like eternity, you
Missed your opportunity to be redemmed.
Vision blurry, now your comfortably numb. Heavy breathing
Become gasp for air. As you stare at a panaramic view of
Your life flashing before you.
A single question comes to mind, "Why?
You know the answer, "is too late too find".
With that thought you breethe your dying breath.
Your journey has just commence as your soul takes flight,
Leaving your body like a crazy outer-body experience.
Travel through space, suddenly your face to face with your
Creater, a greater power than you.
Your name is erased, condemmed by your sins, you have no
Place in the book of life, sad to know your not holy anymore.
Escort to the crossroads, reroute your dream, nothing is
What it seems.
Yet this is not a dream, but your worst nightmare becoming
Reality. So you stand in front of the gates, the piper
Awaits, listen..hell's bell's are ringing welcoming you in.
You can't go back, can't say your sorry, forget about glory.
Home is the lake of fire, pain and agony, a thirst that
Won't quench, your life will burn faster if you obey your master.
