SpiritsA Poem by Isaiah Lee The afterlife is a bad place.
When we die the afterlife is not a good place
We can never escape hell we are binned Limbo is nothing not a trace When you feel my breeze give me a sign Help us rest
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Isaiah Leebronx, NYAboutI am 16 years old and i have a lot of poems that i have written from empathy or from my past. I started writing poems when i was in the 8 grade. I am mostly able to write about the supernatural faith .. more..Writing
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