Creation


A gasp of air escapes my lips,
as life leave’s this vessel,
which is my body.
My soul breathes out,
as the Angel’s cry for my loss.

This soul,
never left alone,
for there are many more
than just this one.

We live on a breath,
one gasp,
one bodily form
called the universe,
which is our God, the creator,
and might king of the stars.

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