Dead Height Trods.

Cold at the beginning of winter,
Already knew I would suffer,
All I could make,
Was a shake.

Coal system train,
Causing me grit comfort,
But still cause me pain.

Covered with a long cloth,
My chest under a cot,
My head in vibrations,
My body in hard sensations.

Was it like that?
Like a canon?
Like a grenade?
Like a gun?
This banging in my head.

Comparison of earthquake cannot be to my body,
Shaking on my bed,
Hoped in God,
My faith was in my hearth located.

Red fluids passed with a pipe,
I am to weep,
Never!!!
This faith is not a spoiler.

The lab coated already gave up,
Wishing me dead up,
I never gave up,
Because giving up,
Shall never treat me up.

Now the hour has come,
My eyes closed gently,
My veins were silent,
I already know it's God's plan.

I have been covered,
They considered me dead,
They pack me at the end.

I sailed on the boat of a ghost,
But I heard a voice,
A voice called me back,
Then I ran to my body.

Yes!!!
I opened my eyes to light,
Thanks to the Faith,
Thanks to God,
The Omega wanted me back.