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Jun 2014
When the ringing of the bells awaken your soul
And the earth beneath your feet crumble your bones
When your body becomes but dust and sand
And your soul flees to escape the unplanned
When you stand before the creator himself
And atone for your sins as though to prove yourself
When the life you've once had flashes before your eyes
And the sweet sting comes of not saying goodbye
When the good and bad are weighed with a scale
And all you can do is watch as the truth avails
When you realize you've gone and time is up
And nothing you do can stop you from sipping deaths cup
When death becomes you and the judgment is final,
And the faces you see are but primal
When hell accepts you and tortures your soul
Remember this time there’s no parole…
Tasneem Moosa
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Tasneem Moosa  26/F/Cape Town
(26/F/Cape Town)   
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