They say we'll reunite in Heaven someday
Although our earthly being wasn't that bad
I'd prefer afterlife is not a replay
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I'll be untethered and completely unclad
No regulations, no one keeping me down
Forever grateful for the life I once had
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When I receive my wings and flowing long gown
That sacred home becomes a haven posthaste
I'll fly undaunted through my wondrous ghost town
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To start anew with those same humans I've faced
Seems repetitious, pointless, and outright waste
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Author's Note: This poem is written in the Terza Rima form, it has eleven syllables per line, and a rhyme scheme of aba, bcb, cdc, dd.
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