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Death
Contributed by
sinned
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Thursday, 10th February 2005 @ 03:08:37 PM in AEST
Topic:
happypoetry
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The last of his sin to be defeated "Death"
Fearing of the thing to come
Entering the mind of all
My final breath
How will it be
I'm afraid unworthy
An accident a sickness
Scurvey lepercy
Cancer
Lying here this sunny day
Silent moans in the dark of night Family around and no one can answer
I cannot murmer a word
Yet He hears my groans
My lungs feel cut with a sword
Family cries around me
I hear the cries
I cannot see
A dark swril overcomes me
Bats and hidious demons hover
Going where I don't want to be
Tearing at my flesh
Hidious screams
I don't understand all pain has left
A distant light heavenly hues
A calm comfort I feel warmth
Creation the way it was ment to be
Angelic voices and brightness
Brightness I couldn't see
I heard Loves voice and wondered
Death where is thy sting
He said "My child come to Me
Sinned
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Re: Death
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by Stitch on
Thursday, 10th February 2005 @ 04:36:08 PM AEST
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I dream of those moments when He beckons me to come to Him. I can imagine the peace and comfort they may hold.
Well done.
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