| Between life and death there is something more that each of us will view,
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| And when the moment is right for your death to arrive,
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| Then it will come looking for you,
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| And as in this tale to follow now it’s never too late to die,
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| For the story of what did happen to one may truly twist your mind,
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| Clutched within the hangman’s noose a man swings in the air,
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| For in the grip of total war death is quick and most unfair,
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| For on the grounds of northern state sat the southern man to die,
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| With a choking rope placed 'round his neck he enters into his mind,
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| Run, run! |
| Runaway you want innocence and life,
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| Far, far faraway you must leave this place or die,
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| He prayed for all his loved ones and that God would bring him home,
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| As the hangman sneered and watched him suffer,
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| He knew his time and come,
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| But he found himself now falling down to the water that sat below,
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| For the rope had snapped and cheated death,
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| Giving him a chance to run,
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| So run, run! |
| Runaway back to innocence and life,
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| Far, far faraway fromthis place you were to die,
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| You are the hanging soldier the one who cheated death,
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| By name the hanging soldier alive, but will it last?
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| You are the hanging soldier answered prayers have set you free,
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| By name the hanging soldier but a false world’s what you see,
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| Eyes seeing sights… of peace not war,
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| Dying processed mind… it slowly fails you,
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| Sights seeing lies… of peace not war,
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| Dying processed sights, hallucinations! |
| The man has died!
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| Yes it is sad how the story does end,
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| As we return once again to the noose,
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| For from a dangling rope with a neck that is broke,
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| Was the soldier who died all too soon! |