Thinking of my soul and spirit,
Bloody hell, I just can't do it.
To change my mind, it would be so easy,
These thoughts now won't leave me.
Couple drinks but not one of those lager louts,
To denounce then to have the demons pounce?
My belief carries on now, in large amounts.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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We can't see our soul and spirit as tangible things, though we might 'see' a thought when the 'idea' light bulb switches on in our heads! lol.
Yes indeed.
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