It's not true, what they say
That once you're dead, you're dead.
I hear the wailing wall of mourners
Slowly dissolve,
Shoes clacked into silence beyond.
A million flames flicker gently in the darkness
But they bring me no light.
Help, I shout, my eyes wide with... fear
Help! But no sound came
I pushed at the wall
But my arms lay heavy by my sides.
I feel no rest, nor peace
Too late now, I know, but still I scream
I know it's not true! ! !
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