This poem is

This poem is, the shadow that sits back in heaven's gate. This poem wears a jacket that even the darkness can out shine and carries you through your life.
This poem does not wait. This poem lingers in the back of your mind and behind your closed doors.
Waiting to grab you and take you into the divine.
This poem holds you in your last breath and pushes you over to a place where faith pays off. Golden flowers, perfect air, no more troubles.
This poem is triplet, peace, love. This poem is the truth, guilt and hate.
This poem gives you life and ends your,



Time.





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