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What upon dying shall before my eyes appear?
Will it be heaven with those I hold dear?
A glorious sunrise, the Godhead I surmise?
A cast of ancestors, most unknown in lives
For this do I yearn, not so much of the pain
Yet my purpose here seems merely vane
Had I my fare, I’d have gone in height of purpose
There was a day, one time, one positive I suppose
Tally your positive, sore negative words and deeds,
See to it sure, balance yours better than me.
Will it be heaven with those I hold dear?
A glorious sunrise, the Godhead I surmise?
A cast of ancestors, most unknown in lives
For this do I yearn, not so much of the pain
Yet my purpose here seems merely vane
Had I my fare, I’d have gone in height of purpose
There was a day, one time, one positive I suppose
Tally your positive, sore negative words and deeds,
See to it sure, balance yours better than me.
