Someone had to tell him he had died
When he woke up on the other side
Still sick and drunk someone had
To help him sober up for a long
Time he thought he was dreaming
Struggling to get back to his body
Already rotting where he left it
He thought this must be some hospital
For the insane where every morning
They showed him pictures of his life
Each one more astonishing than the last
Until every day lay spread before him
Until someone had to come to release him
And carry him into the fields of light
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