I Say
An angel whispers,
I close my eyes.
This mortal life of mine
passes on by.
You speak of this God
of yours.
Him, to me, there is no
need to think.
If a person don't believe
than how can we be
redeemed?
It's said if I keep up this
strife I'm not going to have
a very happy afterlife.
What a joke, because in the
end we're all just going to be
big piles of bug dung.
G. Williams
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