Descendant
All through my life I've grown;
and knew angels would appear ,
for each of us imposed.
with death, Or how its known....
Is it what we all believe;
is it a fresh start,
one in which there is no end ;
but why then the fresh start ?
Is it the washing of our souls;
to live as pure as Gods ,
or is it washing away the tolls,
like beating chafe and rod.....
I really want to understand,
before my time to go ;
is this the real second chance ;
will I make the "Show"
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