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Your Soul Comes From out of Your Mouth When You Die.
Death awaits in the shadows of throats
Pale, silver eyes are swallowed to hell
Gray bleeding fingers of tingles he climbs
Laughing at whispers to God
Sight of a pain to trembles of tears
Darkness is dancing in the last light
Reaper in rust , cross the black blood
Voices are calling under the bed
Devils are gnawing near the good word
Sins of the body win the first meat
Splinters of cold cracking the life
Spirit is watching, mouth to be open
Roar of a silence
Rips from the gut
Satan curls a dry tongue
Cursing the loss, cursing his time
A friend of mine told me that he feel from a three story roof and that his life flashed in his mind before he hit the ground. I asked,"You mean important events of your life?" He replied,"No...my entire life...all of it." He said it was like watching a movie of everything he experienced in life but it was jammed into a few seconds.
I'd love to hear about your experience. Perhaps you could write about it on HubPages. My brother also died for a few moments in a car wreck. He saw himself in the car, then the medics. He saw family members who had passed on.
I believe that each of us has a kind of unique universe within the energy of our souls. It is tiny and massive at the same time.