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Jun 2016
Is there somehow to take away this death
I don't want to ever take my last breath
I am amazed Everytime i wake up alive
The grim-reaper didn't take me during the night
I thank God that he has giving me another day
What will I do with it is hard to say
I can be as miserable as I want to be
Or I can try really hard to sow happy

But as with most days it turns out a battle in my mind
Cringing for the fear that any day now I can lose my life

Where would I go from hear?
Not much is certain or clear
Is there a heaven with all of its bliss
Or a hell that wants to give me a kiss?
Or is there even a God?
A devil?
Angels and demons?
Or what happens if there is just nothing?
Never wake up again

So many questions I want answered
But for right now I guess it will have to do
And I'll be on my way hoping, always hoping
Something is true
That holds substance
Weight and depth
That will pierce my heart
And wake me up to immortality
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
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