This is a poem I call "Come Out". It is about death.
What is death?
Where shall we go?
Do we go up or down or live again?
Don’t ask me, cuz I don’t know
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What is a soul?
Where is mine at?
Does it have shape or look like our bodies?
When I die, will I walk it’s path?
Or have I walked astray again
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Death
We are soon to find out
Live the life & die the death
Because death will find you in the bush you are hiding
Come out of the bush and find your soul.
-Petepsycho 1998
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