Remembrance of My Death:
Around, all around, the angels gather.
My dread grows as the angry hand of Heaven falls against my
heart. It wounds me, and darkly my
life's blood drips to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In numbness I flee
while Death's shadow looms
Now alone, my soul falls upon howling eyes.
This is my Hell.
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