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The uncoming soul


One waits

For his soul

To come out of the soil

The holy soil

Days pass

Months pass

Years pass

But, the soul does not come.

Then, it hits him:

His soul is slaughtered right before he started to wait for it.



We'll suffer then

The possibilities

Time will fly.

In the blink of an eye.

None will know

What'd happen


Rotten soul


A rotten soul

Is the product of

An eternal waiting.

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