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Jan 2017
If we're angels in life
We get to live with them
In heaven with no strife
To life eternal, we come

In life what I did sadly
Wasn't what made an angel
I did what made me happy
In the end fate was cruel

Continue what I'm doing
And I'd be sent to hell
My sins began accruing
But my soul I won't sell

Those I love, act the same
So we are not perfect
To win heaven's game
Our beliefs we must forfeit

How can heaven be so great
If my friends can't follow
I'd rather have hell as my fate
Than go to heaven hollow
Written by
Brett Palmero  26/M/Chicago
(26/M/Chicago)   
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   Isaac Winter
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