Passion of Death
The joy on his face was on of pure grace
His spirit had gone yet now he belongs
His heart had stopped and his blood formed a clot.
To lie in cold obstruction and never to have motion
Was something he feared but now it was clear
The heavenly light shone to take his soul to belong
To the spiritual heaven club
He passed away in the tub.
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