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Speech and breathing now lays in my past;
    I never went to my first church mass.
Will god forgive me, and respect me;
    for all the wrong doings and deeds.

Here I rest in my wooden coffin grave;
    never have I known my Dark Angel's name.
Will I be placed in the golden gates of heaven;
    he grabbed my body and pulled me up, his lips with no expression.

The Dark Angel incases me in its wings of mesh;
    I cannot feel warmth, besides the wings against my nakid flesh.
What will happen to me now is being exposed;
    my body will slowly over years decompose.

I watch the ground slowly move farther away from my feet;
    my heart is at a slow rate, infact, it does not beat.
My body lays arest in my coffin, but my soul has been released;
    for what is going to happen now, I will be forever pleased.