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While reading Job, I was drawn to chapter 17: 1. It says, “My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.” First of all, I was impressed by the extremely relaxed tone of voice Job had when he said this. Also, it remembered me of a song by My Chemical Romance, named Mama. A part of the lyrics says: “Mama, we're all full of lies. Mama, we're meant for the flies. And right now they're building a coffin your size, Mama, we're all full of lies.” Like the Bible, the song talks about the making of the coffin you will be using. These two made me think for a long time about death. It made me realize that I know I will die, but I don’t believe it. Nevertheless, the cruel reality is that someone is cutting the wood that is going six feet under with me.