Candles in the dark,
Only source of light.
Spots of color in black,
Pieces of day in night.
Don't know where,
The darkness is here.
But for some reason I know,
There is nothing to fear.
I start to hear voices,
Coming from all around.
Don't know what the source is,
But I welcome the sound.
I begin to feel welcome,
But I don't know why.
I join the voices,
Then I hear a cry.
Now I know where I am,
I know that I have died.
The voices I hear are my fellow Christians,
And the people from hell are the ones who cried.
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