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„But once with this fulfillment, the antichrist’s servants will appear and they will try to bring this mystery to nothing. He will send his false servants, who will say that they have lived on earth life after life until today. (They would say that they have been reincarnated several times, r.n.) Here is the lie that has been worked out for a long time, ...”

So, a couple weeks ago, one of my close family friends got shot in the back of the head. He's perfectly fine now (not even any brain damage), but I wrote this when I first found out. I was scared of losing someone who was like my brother. So here it is. I don't really like it, but maybe someone else will.

Ein Gedicht, geschrieben für eine nahezu unsichbare Sache für uns. Eine Sache, die wir oft gar nicht mehr bemerken. Schatten. Schatten begegnen uns überall in unserem Leben, und trotz diesem alltäglichen Sein sind sie irgendwie etwas Besonderes. Entschuldigt die evtl. Fehler! Ich bin noch am Englischlernen.