Power never felt so weak.
brightness never looked so bleak.
As i lay dying on the streets,
I recall all the times,
I've done good deeds.
Father forgive me for the ones that weren't
I tried my best, and rest was just a few miles left.
I now ask for the strength to go forward.
My hemoglobin count is under normal.
If I make mistakes and you will see.
I ask that you will not judge, but understand my plea.
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