Do you remember when you died?
Was it like you pictured it might be?
Or did death control you and show its strength over yours?
Were you ready for the moment?
Did you think that this could happen to you?
Did you feel that tang of freedom,
Of a certain kind of beauty?
Did you embrace it?
Was it a friend?
And are you pleased with the outcome?
Do you think that you can progress from here?
And how has your form changed?
Are you yet a physical body?
Do you need for anything?
Is there something you would like a little more?
Do you think of that lifetime?
Do you evaluate it, or do you ignore it?
Was it just an illusion?
Was there significance in it?
Was it was it seemed to be?
Or was it just something that had to be done?
Do you remember when you died and how that will happen to everyone?
Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
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