Treasure Island

Udiah (witness to Yah)

(1959 / USA)

Our Life


for we are pure spirit
in a human body
testing what souls emit
and what we embody
if ones love's pure and true
or ones soul is shoddy
when this earth age is through
He judges everybody











© 2011










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Submitted: Thursday, July 15, 2010
Edited: Sunday, December 23, 2012

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