His dead By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
His dead now
And not suffering anymore
Now that God called him home
And took him to haven
He had God had knocked on havens door
And one of his Angels open the door for then
In haven he went to his room
And changed into his cotton gown with lace
The gown had his name engraved in it
He went to his bedroom window and he looked out of his window
He saw the moon
He turned off the lights in his bedroom
And the light of the moon had shined inside his bedroom
He loved it
Wen the wall clock chimed
He looked at the clock in the wall
And the clock said midnight
He finally went to bed
And slept
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