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He didn’t hear the shot comin’ Before he knew it, his heart managed to stop runnin’ Another free soul, like a pedal that dances in the wind Mid-twenties type and with metal piercin’ his windpipe This soul is turnin’ its head, it doesn’t realize it It sees a man on the floor, but doesn’t recognize him That man was him; and no one is missin' him It’s evident - vacant lot, body leakin’ the crimson evidence The lights flicker around him, the hands of time are frozen And in the distance it's clear that certain words are spoken (...stay) It must be heaven! His grandparents, old buddy Evan, Even an uncle he lost way back in '97 Beautiful angels appear And whisper in his ear, "Blessed child, your soul will rest here.” They're lightly guidin' his hand Towards his uncle Smile on his face, they tell him,       "Almost there." He tries to grab him. GASP He thought he had him. GASP But in an instant- GASP He's gettin' distant. GASP (.....th... m.) He's gettin' dragged To the fiery depths of the underworld Lost souls cry out in agony At the crash of thunder Lucifer's agents appear And screamin' in his ear, "Putrid lamb, your soul will suffer here!" And with it, piercin’ his skin, Makin' him face The very sins he committed! "ALMOST THERE!!" They're wreaking havoc GASP (....ith...m.) Won't let 'em have it GASP (s..y..h...) But in an instant- GASP He's gainin' distance GASP (Sta..th... m.) Feedin' his soul à la carte A tortured fresh start to life after death? But just then, the beatin' of his heart… Listen… (……th… me.) BEEP (stay….th…e.) BEEP (Stay….w…me) BEEP (Stay with me!) BEEP *“Blood pressure’s normal.. he’s coming to.” “There you go! Stubborn young man, aren’t you? Stay with me, son – you’re not dying tonight. Not on my watch.”*
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
Almost There (Purgatory's Revolving Door)
He didn’t hear the shot comin’ Before he knew it, his heart managed to stop runnin’ Another free soul, like a pedal that dances in the wind Mid-twenties type and with metal piercin’ his windpipe This soul is turnin’ its head, it doesn’t realize it It sees a man on the floor, but doesn’t recognize him That man was him; and no one is missin' him It’s evident - vacant lot, body leakin’ the crimson evidence The lights flicker around him, the hands of time are frozen And in the distance it's clear that certain words are spoken (...stay) It must be heaven! His grandparents, old buddy Evan, Even an uncle he lost way back in '97 Beautiful angels appear And whisper in his ear, "Blessed child, your soul will rest here.” They're lightly guidin' his hand Towards his uncle Smile on his face, they tell him,       "Almost there." He tries to grab him. GASP He thought he had him. GASP But in an instant- GASP He's gettin' distant. GASP (.....th... m.) He's gettin' dragged To the fiery depths of the underworld Lost souls cry out in agony At the crash of thunder Lucifer's agents appear And screamin' in his ear, "Putrid lamb, your soul will suffer here!" And with it, piercin’ his skin, Makin' him face The very sins he committed! "ALMOST THERE!!" They're wreaking havoc GASP (....ith...m.) Won't let 'em have it GASP (s..y..h...) But in an instant- GASP He's gainin' distance GASP (Sta..th... m.) Feedin' his soul à la carte A tortured fresh start to life after death? But just then, the beatin' of his heart… Listen… (……th… me.) BEEP (stay….th…e.) BEEP (Stay….w…me) BEEP (Stay with me!) BEEP *“Blood pressure’s normal.. he’s coming to.” “There you go! Stubborn young man, aren’t you? Stay with me, son – you’re not dying tonight. Not on my watch.”*
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#hell#life#heaven#afterlife#purgatory
cyrus-gold
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Somewhere in the Americas
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
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