They Envy You
I will tell you a secret.
They envy you,
the angels.
You and your sins.
because you can risk it,
your entire soul,
for a moment of adrenaline,
or love or lust or a dream.
Everything is not guaranteed,
you are not promised Heaven.
You will never be further from death than you are now.
You will never be here, again.
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