I was born in year one
My soul been here
I've swam in every tear ever cried by
mankind
Who really knows
In a past life I could've had your
struggles
And you could've had mine
Or maybe I might get yours next time
I'm all for healing
We're human
Born broken
And opposite to
A fixed God
Structuring mindsets
That conflict with its structure of
natural law
I stopped crying when people would
start dying
Because like that waitress waiting for a tip
Angels do their job and dip
It really sucks to be a human, doesn't it?
A temporary life
Filled with wonderment and lies
A beginning and an end
Just birth and demise

what happens after the demise, being that the soul does not die.

Great piece. Thanks!~

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