This one's really agonizing as I went on with the poem. It's like on the brink of death while you watch all your loved ones perish before you, witnessing their demise with your own eyes as you wait for the reaper to guide you across the river Styx. Such sorrow such pain. I don't want to pass away having this kind of vision, if by any chance I get to experience this first hand, I might become a vengeful soul seeking to destroy all living beings who caused my suffering and wrath. And might as well destroy the world the way it is, to make way for rebirth, renewal, purge everything to give way for cleansing.