Death, by Austin Hoehn
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deaths not the end,
it is the beginning.
death is not a privilege,
it's and internal gift.
death is when you are freed
from your he bodily frame,
and you go to the place where
your father remains.
heaven is where you find your true self,
and internal happiness
it's what life is all about. |
Posted: 2007-01-12 03:28:39 UTC |
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2005-12-11 01:57:21 | lost the lonely dead |
im so ready to die and not.....even wrote a poem about it so did 'loneliness is condesending' |