Health is not a guarantee.

How much longer can I be?

Will my life end peacefully?

Will it be a tragedy?

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My mind is crowded by fear.

I don’t know if death is near.

When I reach my final year,

Fate could still remain unclear.

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Shall my soul fade into dust?

Will God view me in disgust?

Will my spirit just combust?

Given answers I can’t trust.

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As I lay in bed at night,

All my thoughts fade into white.

How can I receive insight

When I can’t escape the plight?