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Soul Keeper


 

This painful Earth will soon no more exist

Someone please accept my last dying cry

I will vastly go but here is the twist

I will leave and have been said to have died

But when my spirit dies, I am then done

Will it die though or endure forever

‘Tis true that I will go to heaven or hell, one

While there my spirit shall dissolve never

All I can do then is pray and have hope

As I enjoy the peace or the pain

I will have to allow my soul to cope

For I am the reason for the joy or the flame

I have but one way to the after life of endless peace

I must praise the lord and drop to my weak knees

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