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It Used To Be Me

It Used To Be  Me

The ghost said: 'I used to be you but I left your body,
you weren't yet dead which was rather a mystery,
living humans know nothing, just full of conjecture,
don't know difference, spirit and soul, a nomenclature.'

'You'll be surprised when you get to the 'other side,'
it's better, no fallible body but 'lighter' since you died,
no need for doom and gloom, for you we have room,
don't forget you were dying as soon as you left the womb.'

'Forget all this nonsense of so-called reincarnation,
I come back but you won't see me, an apparition,
I see you, my powers now you can't ever imagine,
don't rack your brains, finding answers on search engine.'

'Just remember, you have no choice, prepare to fly,
it's just a dream, transient because you won't really die.' 

 

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Jim "The Lad" ....

Hi Terry! this goes well in my belief! I believe we are an eternal spirit here to receive a body which combined is the soul of man. when we die we are separated from our body and will be reunited again at a later date! nice write!....................................................Jim

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Terry Reeves

Hi Jim,
The greatest questions require
the greatest answers.
Love,
Terry.
xoxo :)

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