• Whether you end in Heaven or below, death is full of pains.

    Heat overwelmes me. I've been given terrible suffering. I can't do anything about it. I want to scream for the pain to go away, but weakness mixes in with heat and forever the pain will stay. But then I feel something, a loss of air, a loss of life. I struggle to stay alive. But I slowly close my eyes. And I die. The sickness was too strong for me to fight off.

    I see red liquid oozing down my clothes. The pain is unbearable. I sink to my knees and shout as the blood flows. It flows down me. I'm taken to a tent but the bullet had gone through me and it was too late. I took my dying breath.

    My sight is bad. But I wish I could see the wonderful world again. I wish I could see the pictures of my lover one last time. I find great sadness. I go to bed to calm down. I fall into an everlasting sleep.

    Water surrounds me. My lungs scream for air, but they fill with water. I want help, but no one comes. I sink deeper and deeper. I wish I could swim. But no I can't. I need help. I am alone in this killer liquid. Many days later my dead body washes onto shore.