i have died,
st peter said; i cant lut u in ur full of sin,
where do i go ,
down below,
i was shown the screeming souls,
bathed with fire,
this is where i spend eteritiy,
but i geuss i want to leave,
the souls there drinking tea,
this is where i should be,
till the tea breaks over,
then u go under,
under me.
YOU ARE READING
Poem
Overigfinally my sun as it kisses my face, my sun as i lay in my favorite place, it warms my thigh, finally my sun in the bright blue sky, lost in the ocean colour, its beams shine like a world of wonder, as it coreses the leave less trees throught there...
