Seven Minutes (Account of a Dead Man)
I feign to believe what my mind has set.
Imagine, those 7 sweet minutes before the brain goes dormant before the sweet release into the afterlife and unknown. What man ponders before these minutes varies, but I believe all but one are liars. Liars that may claim in their dying moments that they were contempt with their lives; all had gone well and they are happy; god shall...
Imagine, those 7 sweet minutes before the brain goes dormant before the sweet release into the afterlife and unknown. What man ponders before these minutes varies, but I believe all but one are liars. Liars that may claim in their dying moments that they were contempt with their lives; all had gone well and they are happy; god shall...