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The Expressionists

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They speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday

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the one true

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by MyTimeWasYesterday

by MyTimeWasYesterday

I am here

sitting on a cloud.

Not just any cloud,

but a dust cloud.

(no not really)

I'm in heaven and the Father himself hasn't appeared to me yet

to ask me if. an worthy enough to make it directly to heaven

I'd have to leave and go to purgatory with a bunch of nincompoops back there.

I just wanted to have some good things happen to me even if I'm dead in body and alive in spirit

I know my one true

will understands my hesitation in joining his eternal salvation in the clouds

I just need some time to take in that my one true is ready and waiting for me to come into his fathers everlasting land. for all of him to be pure and respected always is my highest praise even now.

my one true is ready for me to step off my cloud I to the gates of heaven with open arms.

so I can finally experience him as the father, son, and the Holy Spirit in the flesh.

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