I try to move my hand, and there is no felling.
And when I look, I see there's nothing there.
Something warm is flowing down my fingers,
pain is flowing all through my back.
Life is flowing out my body,
pain is flowing out with my blood.
The ground is red and moist where I'm lying.
God in heaven, teach me how to die.
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