Soul

What would it feels like when Death comes and pulls our soul hard from our body? When you're lying on a pungent bed, without any might to raise even a finger? What would you do when your body began to be electrified repetitively, as you have no brute to run away from it? Then, your whole anatomy makes its last movement, before that awkward, sudden pause. A pause that will never resume but forever last. Silence colonizes, giving the last unspeakable respect (that does not need the mention) to the deceased. As the body is shouldered in the procession to the last resting place, the soul flies away to God for some unknown business between the Creator and His creation. Drizzle falls, accompanying. Oh, I I'd really want to know...

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