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I know I am on my death bed

I can't live past my time

These twenty seven years

Have been lived in fear

Running from my enemies

Trying to kill me so they can be free

They have no idea

I am scared to death

It is inevitable

I am going to die

Something I couldn’t deny

In eight months time

My baby will never know

I won't be able to see him grow

His father,

Right there beside him always

Looking after future generations

He will be there

Forever

For a moment

I am not scared.