And with the realisation that the world was meaningless, I layed down upon my bed, and my soul taken from my heart, at God's good request. I witnessed my own disbelieving death. And though I wasnt a disbeliever, the angel came and tore, my soul from my very heart, my very core. And I saw myself, my own death, the pain I felt too, as the angels' tore the soul from my very core, a very real pain too. I died a violent death, shaking upon the floor, and I witnessed it from above, looking down upon my body, I did frown as the completion of my death came around. I thought to myself , what a terrible way to die.
Then two angels' came, holding onto my soul from eitherside, of what I never saw, they began to take my soul straight up to meet my lord. Until I stated, that I was a believer and that god knew, my heart to be true. Then the angels' descended my soul down into my body, gently from the top. Then when I awoke that day, I found myself laying in the position of how the Muslims' pray.
On further examination, I found the marks' of death, and if you believe me or not, it was God's good request.
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