Making It To The Grave In One (Peace) PieceA Poem by B-poetIn the world today There's clearly Too much social opposition Against who We really are As individualized people Is it believable enough For everyone to exist As a rare peaceful breed As such Our souls are crying out For contentment Yet there's an ascension process Already in place Everyone will face This fate So returning back To our true essence Remains a formality at best Establishing a test We'll all have a chance To pass in the end Defined to cease Our earthly existence As a rarity Considered to be Making It To The Grave In One (Peace) Piece
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