When the skies turn black,
And my eyes roll back into my head,
And when my skin turns pale an cold,
I wonder what the last thing I'll see will be?
Will it be Death himself,
Or the soul of grandpa,
Or that beast they call,
The Death Bat...
A bat that visits you in your final hours,
That takes you away painlessly,
And without fear.
A bat granting the freedom of death,
A blessing for some,
Especially when life is horrid,
And when they are in endless pain...
Without fear and without pain,
That's how I wish to pass,
In an instant,
And only when I wish it truely...
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