Ode
Stop wondrous things and look at this misfortune
A soul has arrived due to physical exhaustion
Just when the positive vibe arrives it leaves a sense of caution
So listen to the spiritual uproar
Every bit of pain leaves behind an emotional scar
To those that enjoyed my everlasting presence
I pray to not keep you in everlasting remembrance
Misconstrued, a lost person all confused
But if you can allude and interpret my life it would all be crude
Just know that this is not the end, just an interlude
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