Through that path of redemption.
Coming down with the light,
Are your angels.
With a blink
and a smile,
They pass the bliss,
Into your heart.
The belief of life,
The smoothness of the end,
With drop of peace,
and a tincture of truth.
Somewhere down the lane,
When you look back
At the bygone years,
A thought oozes by .
"Wish I had not killed myself!!"
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