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Tired of being in the Cold
His embrace is warmer and
It seems to be drawing me to it.
I don’t see anything that can
Stop me
The light grows whiter
As I walk toward,
I faintly hear voice What
Are they saying?
I here words like
‘Come back to me’
and things like
‘We’re losing her.’
But I pay no attention
I walk to the now bright
Light I walk on to his embrace.
Its cold up there
None evens cares
I leave their presence
Cause I'm tired of being cold
I feel the heat now
My face is getting
Warmer, I think I
Can see him.
He holds his arms
Out, The embrace
I welcome it openly
I have 3 more steps
The voices again
Their trying to call
Me back to the cold.
I don’t anna be cold.
I will make it to the
Heat, I have only a little
Further NO one will
Stop me
Its cold up there
None evens cares
I leave their presence
Cause I’m tired of being cold
The voices are screaming
Now the call and they call
But I press on further I will
Make it to the warmth of hell
I will make it to my Warm Death
I will make it to the embrace of
Hell Cause I’m tired of being Cold
I’m Tired of being Cold
Its Cold up there and I
Like it down here in the
Warmth of My death
The warmth of me grave
The warmth of my hell
The warmth of his embrace
Cause I’m Tired of being Cold
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