Monday, April 25, 2011

Take a journey through my mind's eye, questioning what my soul will plead when it's my time to die; praying God hears my calls when I'm stranded up against the walls, will I go in peace in my bed surrounded by those I love; or die alone in the cold as the Angel of Death descends from above to take me, to a better place, will I be able to set my record straight as my body enervates?

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