Cold, dark, wet
Smell of rotting flesh fills my nose.
The sound of moaning children crying.
Then there is a bright light.
I see it and I yell, but no one answers.
It's getting closer and I hear a beautiful voice.
Then I relize im dead and in heaven.
I can't feel anything except joy.
The smell of death is gone.
I can see its face.
Eyes that shine like two suns.
and then it fades.
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