Soul

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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the soul Why should I write about my soul? I don´t know? If a soul thinks if the entity that vanishes when the body dies into the air, we breathe like autumnal leaves on trees? Was Stalin a good soul with a dark mind or a smart mind He good rid of (killed)the obstreperous officers In the red army to kill off any dissent, he succeeded. Or was he simply a dark soul? My mother thought he looked charming, but she failed. To see his snake eyes. I can´t make up my mind about Hitler´s soul, his clownish The body got in the way. I don´t think, and there is such thing as a soul it is not Tangible but we can´t call it an aura, Hitler had an aura. He liked dogs and sweet cakes when not murdering Jews and other miserable, like gay people. In other words, a soul is a Christian idea that promises A life ever hereafter how else could heaven have a place to so many people

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