Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: The Final Seconds The pain throughout begins to fade, And my mind can come to rest. Sorrow fills the air like water As I descend my torment's crest. Gradually, inch by inch, My mortal pain is gone. The blackness before my eyes begins to lift, Giving way to the dawn. Up I float, Like streaming smoke, Into a light Warm and bright. Gone is breath, Into death, As I laid there in my bed. In Infinite Darkness. Lifeless. Dead The Retarded Warrior [iCE Lit] - 199305.25
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