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Last Breath

The culmination of my mortal wealth

A final veto of this body’s health

On this, my concluding course, I’ll steer the helm,

Towards the divine perfection of heaven's realm.

Pleasures once treasured, no urge, no need.

Aches and pains scream, “You fool, take heed.”

Sat alone at ease, awaiting death’s forecast.

Whilst silently reminiscing about a time long past.

No time now for regret or for wondering why

No time for tears or for saying goodbye



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