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Jan 2016
It's hard to smile when I'm told
That everything I love in life somehow determines where I go
When this life expires
And my body retires
Its either God at the pearly gates
Or decades of hell fire?
Everything I do could be considered a sin
The list is never ending ?I dont even know where to begin.
Beers, ****
Need for speed,
?Breeding greed?,
Evil deeds.
People see the world
As some sort of mystery.
We can perfect the future
If we analyze our history.
I know I'm not perfect,
Which brings me that much closer to perfection.
A resurrection
Has a definition of rising from the dead.
Jesus said,
"See this bread??Its my body?Now let me be inside you.
Drink my blood
Do everything as I do."
I told my teacher when I was 7
I don't want to go to heaven.
Begging for your forgiveness,
I will never live this down.
I'll take it to my grave
No matter where it may take me.
Brody Thompson
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Brody Thompson  22/M/Canada
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