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Jan 12
The Death Angel wanted me to take
The record showed it was all a mistake
Death was knocking hard to get
It was the Death Angel regret
Yet I live
People even tried to **** me
I wouldn’t die
I was here for a purpose
Faces dropped in obvious
I continue to live to fulfill
People even said, I have no reason to live because I am nobody
I live because I was created to live
Heaven said my room wasn’t ready as I have more living still
Many people want me dead
I am a strong enforcer in taking living seriously
Death doesn’t happen just like that unless you truly want it to happen
I live because I was chosen to live the full creed until everlasting comes.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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