Suffering the Most Hurry Before Your Last Breath It Would Be Your Death
I was sickened stricken breathing obscured
O' so losing time failing mine
I have became blind to my injuries becoming me
I need to see the time for there's only seconds left
Before my last breath I must hurry, hurry and run
For if I were to pass not being saved
I will be suffering the worst at last eternal death
9/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2021
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