His arm stretches out
Placing it to my temple
My life flashes by
Wishing it wasn't so simple
The cold metal shocks and
burns my broken skin
He laughs in his throat
a sign he's about to begin
I close my eyes so
tears clear from my vision
Knowing he has always
completed his mission
They say your life will
flash before your eyes
It's true, I'm here to say,
when you know of your demise
I hope for more
after this day
Will God stand before me
and ask me to stay
If I died and fell away
I don't know what I'd win
My life is dark and hateful
and filled with so much sin
I now send up my prayers
As if it would all change
He pushes it closer now
Shooting at point blank range
About the Creator
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