Death, by Austin Hoehn Subscribe to rss feed for Austin Hoehn

deaths not the end,
it is the beginning.
death is not a privilege,
it's and internal gift.
death is when you are freed
from your he bodily frame,
and you go to the place where
your father remains.
heaven is where you find your true self,
and internal happiness
it's what life is all about.
Posted: 2007-01-12 03:28:39 UTC

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2005-12-11 01:57:21lost the lonely dead
im so ready to die and not.....even wrote a poem about it so did 'loneliness is condesending'