You feel the cold breath on your face,
It is death you now embrace,
Growing darkness fades to light,
Soul set free, it takes to flight.
Your body is sent to the grave,
Soul flies to the pearly gate,
In purgatory now you wait,
To see if your soul will be saved,
Six feet under ground you rot,
Mind set with eternal thought,
Sands of time are ticking slow,
A thousand years or more will go.
Was your life more than a waste,
Did you live your life in haste,
Thoughts of things that you have done,
All the times that you had fun.
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