Death
Lying
quite
Still
Motionless,
pale
Feeling
contrite
You
watch for movement
They
look so frail
You
wonder your plight
Thinking
back to your own faults
How
will I prevail?
I
see the angels in flight
They
watch from afar
Hear
the wail
In
the distance the gnashing of teeth
Soon
to take power the czar
A
tear, we’ve become so frail
*For
three and half, ensheathed
In
terror
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