Final Exit 2
In the sanctuary of tomorrow
I lay
Frozen
To the light
Beacking me on
Looking down
Surprise to see them there
Standing over
But they gone
Then why do I seen them
Not to recognize
The features
Their spirits hide
Deny myself-truth
Of situation before thee
Vision focuses through the haze
Wicked to the ways
But facts I must face
Reality is
These are the ends of my days
Must they be?
Final exit for me.
I lay
Frozen
To the light
Beacking me on
Looking down
Surprise to see them there
Standing over
But they gone
Then why do I seen them
Not to recognize
The features
Their spirits hide
Deny myself-truth
Of situation before thee
Vision focuses through the haze
Wicked to the ways
But facts I must face
Reality is
These are the ends of my days
Must they be?
Final exit for me.
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