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Fearless


Just as natural as a tree growing tall, A life begins with its very first breath. Before it may walk, the newborn must crawl. But eventually runs into its death. Even though death ends a life down on Earth, Eternal glory waits for us above. We meet our maker that allowed our birth; The one that bestows upon us his love. We will walk to him through the pearly gates. He will welcome us with open arms, And from there, decide our eternal fates. Granting entrance to all, but ones who harm. Because of this, I do not fear my death, I have known it’s my fate since my first breath.
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