Death Is Not Natural
Death is not natural
It has been imposed upon us
This is obvious to anyone
Who has looked into another's eyes
Behind them, just there
Is the part of us that we know is forever
Not the body, or even the consciousness
But something more
The thing some call the 'soul'
It does not die and we know this
Where it goes when our bodies fail
Is the question that destroys worlds
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