Not sure how I got here,
seated with all that is but no-one.
Not sure how I manage to remember my life back on earth and still dine with Angels.
I do not deserve to be here.
I wear the scarlet letter of my sins, those accumulated and still accumulating.
loudly I proclaim: "I do not deserve to be here".
"Forgive yourself," they say in song,
"you are not made to walk with others and not experience human-ness,
For all that you've done and still are about to, we forgive for you are aware,
dine with us and return to where you rest your head, for this dream mimics some, and not all of your reality".
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