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Apr 2016
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.”
Repost from PF
Cyrus Gold
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Cyrus Gold  Somewhere in the Americas
(Somewhere in the Americas)   
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