heaven God life death
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Death is such a tragedyto see a dying manlying right in front of youunconscious---- not breathingis tragicPast on at fifty-twoHis soul livesfloating up and away towards the dark winter skies
Heaven is so much closer than it seems.
Who lives, who dies...
its already written, just hasn't been seen.
Who decides on the life of a son?
a daughter? a mother? a brother?
Gone so quickly, with no goodbye.
