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Do we die with loss of breath? Does God comply with eternal rest? What form will I obtain? What form if not the same?
The world is alive with the sound of extinction; rebel soldiers, playing death games with insane monarchs, corrupt politicians, and mercenary warriors battle to stalemate becoming allies for the cause.
Your love is a beacon, from a distant shore. Over an ocean of dreams, each night I venture. Through the darkest of night, under the heavenly sky. When my chest becomes tight, filled with sadness I cry.
My chest violently contorts, vomiting for one precious breath. My mind and body divorced, awaiting inevitable death. Tears choke my throat, as my stomach heaves. Life signs remote, my soul takes its leave.
