In the end the dead arose and walked into the east In the end the people froze and unveiled the snarling beast In the end the trumpets blasted the elders leaped and cheered In the end the hands with blood got just what they had feared In the end there were scars still on his hands and feet In the end the crown of thorns changed to roses, pure and sweet In the end the deaf could hear and the blind could see In the end I'm not so sure what went on with me
Reason for writing:
I'm scared, that i won't go to heaven
Birth sign: Gemini
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