I wonder what death is like,
Will it be what I dreamed it would be,
A few bullets in this gun,
In a few second there’ll be no more me,
Will death bring a gentle kiss?
Or will it ripe my body from my mind,
I wonder what death is like,
What is death’s true design?
Will there actually be a devil?
Along with a lost, forgotten god,
Will I be conscience in a sea of black?
To think of this all seems so odd.
Nothing is proven,
Nothing so real,
So I wonder in death,
How will I feel?
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