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“Are you afraid to die?” I ask myself, 

wondering why this thought
came to my mind; to never see
my true family again, that would be sad,
maybe a torment: to never
see the reflection, the mirror
of my love ones, myself
and died with a not so clean heart
and a soul fill with revenge:
that allow the soul to feel
i have lost myself, lost the love
i needed to excel--that transcend,
the love I once thought I felt:

 “Are you afraid to die? 

i thought to myself
mmmmh, interesting, I say to myself
as I shake my head, I wish to be brave
when the time is right, and not being misled,
to a place they call hell:
i wish to pass on peacefully,
in a well-made bed,
with sweet mellow, r&b, jazz,
classical reggae, worship songs,
that uplift the soul, that makes 
real good sense; dancing melody,
lay nicely by my head: 
songs that minister to the spirit, 
reminds me of, the great, mystical legends: 

“Are you afraid to die?” I ask myself, 

again, and again: “I am afraid that I won’t
reach the place of jubilee,
call paradise heaven”
with my true soulmate,
and meet my love ones
who cares about me, very well:
a place I heard, spoken aloud,
call Zion, some say it is 
the true heaven: to those who don't believes, 
forgive me, “no offense!”

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