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I've picked the most comfortable rocks to make my bed,
there will be no headstone marker when I am dead.
As I slumber in the next realm of life's plan,
I will awake one moment to understand.
There won't be any memories of my life of now,
I won't stand in hellish fire and wonder how.
Take away with all the streets of gold,
let me be a pauper with dreams to hold.
The dreams I seek without dread,
are not from texts I have read.
These visions and illusions I will see,
manifest deep inside of me.
Reality is merely an illusion I've heard it said,
it's all projected from within your head.
So if you let go of of the things that be,
your energy will transcend to serenity.
TPT (Truth Peace Tranquility)
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