so if you die at war
are of old age
get run over
it`s all gonna hurt
one way or the other
you`re going to a dark lonely place
when the body leaves the soul
after so many years
it strings down
into a little ball of light
as we call it
into an orb
after a few years have gone you ane just forgotten
life is born everyday
one goes out one comes in
from your empath
👌