Words for peace, hell and heaven
I called you my friend. I have become the literal dead. Dead friends killed in faraway wars are heavy upon my mind and the damned wars keep a-coming. I saw one of my friend’s children. She graduated High School. I stood with her and I told her, she was her father’s angel and wealth. He loved you so and he would be so proud of you.
My friend. My mind had turned cold and hard. My senses are gone and I need to be near the sea and to hear your voice. I need someone to tell me I’m going to be okay.
I stood by my friend’s grave and I sat with him. I could hear his voice and I could see his smiling face. I heard him tell me, Johnnie, live for me and ensure my children’s future. Their father loved them…
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