The undying soul
There was a time
I thought soul and body
was separate
so when the body gave up
the soul
kept flying about
having political opinions
no one had heard of
My soul pointed out
all the beauty to be seen
no listened
Never to be hungry nor sad
not able to commit suicide
too bloody awful
to contemplate
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