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Time After Death


Time after death is time for grieving and seeing Grieving and seeing is just believing in something of the unknown The unknown is something incredible waiting for us of time of death Time after death will come when life comes to the end God is gentle, kind, and pure Sweet gentle touch by the hands of the unknown Pure as sugar as it’s being poured into sweet tea God is good, in many ways for us to see Through darkness will always come light Through every storm cloud there’s always the blue sky Morning will turn into night and night will turn into morning Angels will sing into time of death when it brings you home Sorrow brings many tears of sadness Candles will burn the pain away until the wax is gone It’s just a cover up of the whiskey breath we keep Taste of regrets and with each sip we take its hidden pain Pain is dark, so dark into a path of evil seeking death Dark pain touches down like a tornado ripping through towns Wind skin piercing sending chills down your spine Dark turns into light, a bright light seen from the sea shore Love conquers of all powers and emotions Death isn’t so evil with patients of love Field of flowers with the smelling of spring ahead Tears aren’t so sad when feeling love inside of your heart When Time after Death comes Tear with happiness that flow through your vanes Death isn’t easy but only with love will show true colors God’s justice will show in different ways Light will turn into darkness, darkness will turn into light Use the light of the candle to show the way Listen to the angels sing on your mystery path Death will come in many different types of formation Don’t be afraid when your hour glass is up Take the hand of god through the gates of heaven That darkness always turns into light when you look up Time After Death is only temporarily of emotions Always love, and never forget to love Be kind of a gentle soul can be Live freely as your lost in a fish bowl Never forget where your home is
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