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........Waiting........
...........Darkness await us, like the tip of a paint brush, death is so anxious while the grim reaper paints us. A portait of anguish to sort out the blameless. Our soul becomes withered, tattered and shake less. Now we're with the angel's while our minds become vacant. A ritual of Satan takes physical patience. A visual awakens of demons there waitin. The hate in you heart concludes that you're faithless. You lay in a station of atheist waiting to meet their maker but there sorely mistakin. Is this not the picture the bible would paint us? If we don't love jesus then god must hate us. I pause for a second and start reflecting. If you died for my sins why can't I be wreckless. Is this just a test? A question to check us? You say that I'm blessed but who did the blessin. A book is a weapon. Your threats are lesson. Cause if I stop breathing I'd answer my question
© Dougie wrote this bitch
© Dougiewrotethis
© Dougie wrote this bitch
© Dougiewrotethis
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