Death's Door
Death is a time where people will never breathe
We can’t talk or walk and even squawk about our lives that we lead
What do you suppose is behind deaths door?
I’m just wondering, because eventually is going to come to us all
Should we be scare? Or fight for it, not to happen? Or just let it be?
Has anyone thought about Death, like me?
Death has come for two people I had a chance to know on, 02/02/12;
however, this was a week ago.
Do you think they knew?
Some people may not know, when it’s time for them to go,
therefore; we should ask JESUS CHIRST to come into our lives
and be prepared for that day
So, when death wants to knock on our door
We can open it up and say I’m ready, let’s go,
and see that place called Heaven’s Tour
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