Soul Over Body
Worry, impels you
Faster now, to the grave
If we don't take this shell
Why attach such importance
to its tribulations
The soul rises above
Its existence
Taking lessons
Not finer details
Our bodies are collateral
Sacrifices, to the reality
Of after life
Our time here
Is the heaven and hell
Based on moral choice
When our trial is done
And imperfections, atoned
We become everything
And leave none
Alone
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