Gone Too Soon.

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As a child,
I was told God was to grant my fate.
And I were to be welcomed by Him,
Upon His golden gate.

In a dream,
God told me He would be by my side.
He did not lie to me,
When my friend had died.

He held my hand,
When I shed tear after tear.
And He said to me,
"My Child, I am Here."

I saw Him,
Walking towards the auburn sky.
Standing by Him,
Was a sweet, charming guy.

At this funeral,
Is where my friend would sleep.
For eternity,
Shall we never turn our cheek.

Gone too soon,
Faster than a bullet.
May he rest in peace.
See you, Joel Mullet.

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