My heart stopped three years ago
Not physically but mentally
The soul I had buried with their bodies
Along with joyful smile that is not faded
But kept in front of this evil spirt
I watched the bodies drop into the ground
My heart ached without a sound
As I held these tears in
That threatened to fall
Glass shattered like my heart
While burning sensation filled my lungs
It was life by a rope where I hung.
The matter of life or death
or
Heaven or Hell
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