I traveled death’s lonely road
To it I almost bowed.
A numerous amount people have perished in that road
Others desired to stay in church mode.
During my journey
I saw people asking for mercy.
I still can’t believe I came back from that
I mean, who does that?
The road was adorned with loads of blood and various remains
Others were in chains.
I remember my blood boiling as I was getting nearer
To a room full of mirrors.
They shatter in front of me
I knew then that I was part of the dead
But somehow I woke up in a hospital bed
My journey came to an end.
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