brighter than the sun and i think maybe , at last , im in heaven , then i think , dont be stupid , remember who you are , i believe yes of course i believe who wouldnt , but i am simply , totally , and awfully unworthy , and so i conclude that the lights must be real , the blood on my hands may not be my own because my head is still there , i am feeling it , bathing it in blood , i must still be here .