Gray heaps of haze before my eyes,
as I wade through the pool of death
I hear the spirits moan and cry,
as I take in a single breath
Way high above an angel flies,
before the glowing pale moon crest
I start to scream, but then I sigh,
letting the air out from my chest
I peered into the dark night sky,
and stared at the angel of death
With my eyes, I pleaded I shall not die,
but that my friend, was my last breath
 
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