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Ride with the Angel wings

you can choose to die in many ways,
but not life to die in eternity, the cascading
truth of perfection, Lies in the absent of
wisdom in believing the eternal words of
God

transcend my ways in the light of hymn
for the melody have power my ride like a
wagon of grace fuel to the destiny of forever
time, a lasting memory of between you and
me, dear God

touch dear angel, the humble soul turn
to purple of heart for your great ride, make
my day wonderful, soon the dream of passing
day finally woken the best of the best things
happen in me, drugging the angel speed as I
catch the wings ride for free

the pace have going to turn back home, just
woke me up until the morning sun, rise in
the East …..

poem by Antonio Liao
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