Our time on earth will eventually end.
Than we move on to a new place where a new hand is lend.
You either fly up to the angels.
Or down to the demons.
You won't have to see the abusers anymore.
And can open a new door.
Because what does it matter where you go?
As long as you're away from them.
You can be happy once again.
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A Poem for the Judged
Poetrya collection of poems about the feelings of people in our society who are judged.
