User talk:Wikipediafreak987

I cannot wait for.....anything left......and so long, yells enemy.....and life calls away......life is so short don't waste all time......and trees to heaven lift from above......and you die in peace......and the choice of heaven or the unfaithful-ground-below goes up.......to your angel guardian.....and he/she loves you like his/her own son/daughter, but if you are ignorant and cowardly.....you go to the underground world......chosen by him....and in that way......you gently freeze to death.

Poem by Gloria Tso