The following poem is written by Billy Reil in memoriam to Jimmy Hustler:

Immortalized by pictures, memories, songs and visions, dark thoughts turn into scars, the soul trapped behind its own bars. Intellectual prisons

How many friends need to turn into Angels before it's my time to fly? How many funerals, how many tears before its your turn to cry?

No answers..Like saying a prayer, you just gotta have faith and believe. Follow your heart and soul never your eyes and tongue because they will decieve.

I only know what I've lived, loved, lost and hurt. You can have it all, My demise was so close, I walked the fineline, and flirt with the dirt.

But the truth is we have no control, and that is the scary part of life. Today, I lost another brother joining other brothers, Pain cuts deep like a knife.

Haunting is the reality , everything comes to an end in this world. Nobody gets out of here alive. It's a pleasure to share life with others, your memories will survive.

Another soldier marches down that lonely road, but he's really not alone. For we hold his hands on the path to the kingdom of heaven on his way to God's throne.

Dedicated to Jimmy Alicea
Billy Reil
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