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What if all this,
Is fake?
What if we all are,
Already dead,
And we are in front of the Lord,
Looking at the life we live now,
What we're going through right now,
Is a replay of what we did in our past lives,
And the Supreme Lord is analysing,
If our place is in heaven,
Or hell.
That means,
Our actions now matter,
We're being analysed,
Only if we do our best now,
Only if we treat everyone how they deserve,
And most importantly,
Love what we are,
To not question ourselves,
To not question ourselves body,
Or our looks,
We, the creations of the Lord,
Can not hurt anyone,
To show our future self,
That we made it,
Through thick and thin.
Even if alone.
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-Krishna Parmar
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