Gone By Ariana Johns Where do we go when we die? a castle a chapel a Cloud in the Sky? my loss it’s guilt it builds it’s greed silence consumes quietly, it feeds consolation common words you think that I need agreed better now? a soul finally freed? No pain No strain death beats the brain You lied they died nowhere left for my love to reside Tell me... What train do we ride When we die? Can love truly transcend the Sky? these thoughts continue to rot
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