Dream Of Death
Oh how I dream to pass
No longer with the dream of Jesus
To see and be
With my beloved Jenny
To stand at my own grave
Think on earth how I behaved
To see Willow and Knox
Instead of their limp bodies in a box
And Pray that others come too
To the place meant for me and you
We are now free
And full of glee
Free from chains
Of Original Sins Pains
No more worries
No more hurries
Just Jesus and me
For all Eternity
However,
I do not decide when I dream.
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