Stage 3: Bargaining
Ahmed Sokkar
What if this was all a dream?
And nothing is really there?
What if this was all in my mind?
And my sickness was long left behind?
You can't seem to embrace the thought of what is real, for your final hours are here
God hear me please, for I do not wish to end
I've tried and I've tried
But The remedy is at fault, It's always at fault
I can't seem to understand or comprehend
For my soul is not ready to rend
Infirmitas est realis
Non est remedium
Mors portas pulsat
Hoc est extremum finem
My oh my, this feeling is real
To death's door I shall appear
This remedy is at fault, nothing seems to be of use
Oh God, I am so afraid!