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In the darkness of the night The cries of pain are heard The willful sorrow hiding Behind the world obscured The angel that comes for me As I wait upon for death Is as bleak as my sight And now I take in my last breath My mind is drifting slowly My sense is dulled and dry The pain is folding in on me My eyes too hard to cry And then she comes before me Her black robes flowing 'round Her eyes are deep and staring Her mouth makes not a sound The pain I once had suffered That left my life and me Prematurely, is now gone And now she sets me free So good-bye to all the life I once had known end sight As I begin to leave behind The darkness of the night written in 1998 ![]()
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