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After running through vast forest of immigration , finally arrival in a true destination. Dear, readers Here, platform smells like home , The air hushed and noise so low . Shiny stars sitting in front row . We wrote life journal knowing life isn't eternal . Now , The pages are somewhere out of reach , Now no one opens ,no one reads,you truly vanished . Here the sun looks fading beat No shadow follows in such heat . Creature made of light Shining like gold , tall and bright . Welcomed like awaited family, Promises of kindness and harmony . Here, no one hurts with words Under the shadow of lord . No heart gets harden , No one calls you burden, No one laughs at face, Measure you by race and grace. No one yells for Imperfections , Just measured through worldly bad actions . A place so wanted Want to forget the worldly life ,feels like haunted Here I am looking through stars My silent companions ,those I couldn't save from death ,went far Searching through faith, wrapped by the truth of death. Now they are baby stars Healthy, happy ,hopeful No need to go back In a world that treats like rag . Train arrives next station, Hell or heaven .. Final home .mapped by your heart and word woven by intention.
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Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 2:46 PM UTC
Arrival At Afterlife Station
After running through vast forest of immigration , finally arrival in a true destination. Dear, readers Here, platform smells like home , The air hushed and noise so low . Shiny stars sitting in front row . We wrote life journal knowing life isn't eternal . Now , The pages are somewhere out of reach , Now no one opens ,no one reads,you truly vanished . Here the sun looks fading beat No shadow follows in such heat . Creature made of light Shining like gold , tall and bright . Welcomed like awaited family, Promises of kindness and harmony . Here, no one hurts with words Under the shadow of lord . No heart gets harden , No one calls you burden, No one laughs at face, Measure you by race and grace. No one yells for Imperfections , Just measured through worldly bad actions . A place so wanted Want to forget the worldly life ,feels like haunted Here I am looking through stars My silent companions ,those I couldn't save from death ,went far Searching through faith, wrapped by the truth of death. Now they are baby stars Healthy, happy ,hopeful No need to go back In a world that treats like rag . Train arrives next station, Hell or heaven .. Final home .mapped by your heart and word woven by intention.
Unfairness is just in this world not there..
Thesilentobserver
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Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 2:46 PM UTC
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