Scheduling
Eyelids practically glued shut
Because of the brightness standing right in front of me....
But this brightness is not burning but it looks like a flame?
Someone's calling my name
Ive never heard it so beautifully sung
Someone else is calling my name
It sound so reached and painfully decieving
Why does this book keep following me peeking
Let me just read what is says
I AM........
So this is what eternity is?
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