As I lie here in my makeshift coffin waiting to die
All I see is darkness, there is nothing, no bright light
As the reapers surround me, coming for my soul
I try to plead for every second, it's not my time to go
Their getting more aggressive, but I continue to resist
The biggest one pulls out a scroll and says I'm on his list
Nothing I can do, this is my time. Seems to be my fate
Everything ive done to right the wrongs, well it's too late
They keep trying to drag me away, I struggle and I try
There is nothing you can do when it's your time to die.
By Gary Agurries
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