Upon this bed I lay,
Waiting for this light to lead the way,
Just lie in the darkness, alone....away from the pain,
Watch your dead companions, pray at your bedside,
Waiting for your last breathe to fall from your parted lips,
They pray, to their god...how sweet,
Such a pleasent fiction they play,
I'm waiting to be judged on this day.
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