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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.
Time
We'll suffer then
The possibilities
Time will fly.
In the blink of an eye.
None will know
What'd happen
Otherwise.
Rotten soul
A rotten soul
Is the product of
An eternal waiting.
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