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Run or stay? Is it too late to pave a way? I have faith even though I've been manipulated by the one you all follow. Long before you all knew how to say your names. Rebirth without the natural process doesnt feel like thats what you all need. I left but came back, is that possible? Let it be. Time to be free.
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Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
R or S
Near death stories Are not death tales. The widow's daughter, In Nairn, to whom Did she speak? In Bethany, Near Galilee, Where Lazarus Learned to talk, Who asked him On his walk, With his dog on a Sunday afternoon? Jarius' daughter Would like to offer A quote and goat At the altar Of atonement. She was never asked, So she never spoke. The scribes never scribbled To answer the riddle; They never went to press With the Extra Big Scoop On life after death From the three Who knew best. Never recorded for all time. Never a word from their minds. Would they tell of a Long lit tunnel Lined with familiars Slapping their astral ***** As they ran the gamut Into eternity. Nearing the Eternal Throne, They hear:      It's not your time.      Go back for more.      Keep the secrets,      Believe in Him,      For he won't      Live to be thirty-four. And so it's not written, Let it be so.
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
The Three Wise Mutes (An Epiphany Poem)