As I lay down to die;

All around me I see fires

That reach up to the sky.

And as the fire burns my skin,

I think about this world I’m in,

From deep within me comes great fear

When I realize why I am here.

Then I begin to see others—

Their flesh deformed and black.

I watch them stumble by, aghast

At the limbs some of them lack.

They glare and curse at me;

Shove me out of the way.

They tell me I’d better respect them

If I want to stay.

And as the fire burns my skin,

I think about this world I’m in,

From deep within me comes great fear

Now that I know why I’m here.

But then I turn around and shout,

“I do not want to stay!”

AT this they laugh evilly and reply,

“There’s no way to get away.”

When they leave I sit down

And watch as demons fly over me.

I begin to sing a sad song

Sad as any could be.

And as the fire burns my skin,

I think about this world I’m in,

From deep within me comes great fear

Because I know why I am here.

I hear the others crying

In anger, pain, and sadness.

I know that, like me, they are wondering

How they can stop the madness.

Yet I don’t cry like the others,

As the fire stings my skin;

The pain is too much for me to bear,

But I know that I burn for my sins.