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You Never Know Till You Get There
(Note to reader: “Home” means were you go after you die. It’s neither heaven or hell it’s just a place you belong to)
The hand of death
Reaches out so suddenly
I don’t know what will happen next
Because death has touched me
It felt cold and dark
Like a bodiless grave
Death held its hand out
And Touched me
But yet I wasn’t afraid
It took a hold of me
When it grasped me in its arms
I have no fear of dying
So it’s touch didn’t do me harm
It took me to a lost and forgotten land
There was nothing I could do
Because death held me by my hand
We walked through a tunnel
Searching for my peace
Through everlasting darkness
To the end of eternity
In an unfamiliar place
That was peaceful, warm, yet cold
I had the strangest feeling
But somehow I knew
That I was home
