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Afterlife �

Only now am asking my Lord �
to make me steadfast in His religion..
Now that am possessed
But still not yet invade.. �
I can't find my aid
Covered in a cob web.. �
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What's wrong with my brain? �
So much pain in my head.. �
Pool of my own blood
Soaked in a drill hole.. �
I must have gone sane .. or is this insane?.. �
What's up with my change?
I might have exchanged.. �
What's this am feeling? �
How can I engage?
How far can I live?�
I need not an answer�
I don't need a back up.. �
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If so am living �
Still on the sidewalk�
Submitting my homework.. �
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Voices from far away.. �
People so nearly.. �
No one will stare at me.. �
Pretending not to see me.. �
Am not understanding.. �
This might be the hard way.. �
Some got the soft way.. �
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It is stated that I know Marie Claire.. �
Also reported that I know Fowler Sia.. �
I am not a foreseer.. �
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I don't know Mary Claire.. �
I only know the name Fowler Sia.. �
I might not sound very clear.. �
This is me reporting from the afterlife.. �
I can only hear the sound of a baby yelling Mama mia mia..