I quickly dropped onto the floor
Fumbling for the telephone
Its too far i dont have enough energy
I cry for help
A man comes slowly and swiftly
As if hes hovering
Hes carrieng a tool which i do not recognise
He places it up to my nose
I feel my soul being extracted from my body
I find myself in the “tool which i do not recognise”
I blink and now i am in a grave
Being engulfed by my worse nightmares
I cannot help but notice, to my left and to my right
I see an oasis of bodies
In repentance and regret
Yet they know it will not help
So i try to patiently take the pain
But its to painful
And to consistent
When will it end?
Why was i so stupid?
Why was i so erogent?
Why was i so close-minded?
Why didnt i help all those people i couldve?
Each person i would have greeted happily would have lessend the pain
Each person i opressed increased the pain
Now i have physical pain
Now i have mental pain
I feel my body being crushed by the weight of my sin
I feel myself crippling in fear
Its all my fault
I brought all this upon myself
But now its too late
And the punishment only gets worse
It only gets worse
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