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Horrible screams, beyond the grave,To this world, he was a slave,Taking to bed, his whole life,Now living in permanent strife. If he only had listened,To God’s position,And to the preacher’s call,He wouldn’t have had this fiery fall. Conversations, playing in his headAbout what happens when the body is dead,And to where the lost soul goes,ApartContinue reading “Regret”