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he fell with the wind passing his ears,
not knowing where the bottom was added to his fears,
with a hard thud breaking his back in several places,
the feelings all fade into the darkness losing all traces,
struggling to breathe with coughing up the blood,
sinking slowly unable to move in this thick mud,
no hope of living beyond the next few hours,
as the mud pulls him down as it devours,
a light seen above floating around that he can see,
water covers as the light touches him being a soul so free,
the water bubbles around the hot light steaming with mist,
touching him to pull his broken body out as he can't resist,
bright eyes look down on him with fire warming his head,
the wondering over of thoughts in his mind 'is he dead',
touching his face and burning him to wake from his sleep,
it sees the evil in his soul letting him go to sink back in the deep.