I sat down with a bomb in my belly
Praying and hoping for an angel to tell me
Why all in the Stars in the sky did shine but only all at once
Why all but one would fall to me alone
I asked my angel why she did cry for celestial reasons I don't comprehend
She told me to write and to read and to cultivate myself to a perfect ten
Because with my tiny bomb I alone would be until death came along and decided to mercifully collect me
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An Ode to the Soul
PoetryA collection of poetry that may or may not be an accurate representation of my soul.
