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The Last Hour
This world's a tortured place to be;
So many things to torment me,
And as I stumble down this road it takes a toll.
These days and nights I turn to you;
No human hand can pull me through.
No cosmic force or magic brew will ever do.
Beyond this physical terrain,
There's an invisible domain
Where angels battle over souls in vast array.
But down on earth is where I am,
No wings to fly, no place to stand.
Here on my knees, I am a stranger in this land.
Although I'm struggling still to breathe,
I'll always be in search of thee.
The sight of you will always be inside my brain.
Here and now I'm still awake,
But not for long can this I fake.
My life is draining as if burned upon a stake.