well ... I got bored, and that's when I finished the poem ...
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When death catches up with you
Your corpse charred in fire
Then you don't know what happens to you
When he steals your soul.
You are carried, very soft,
Up to the beautiful kingdom of heaven
Or are you the prey
For the devil's wild pack?
No matter what you do, no matter what you do
It always comes differently than you thought it would
Sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down
But never too far down
Than you not again
Could shake your plumage
And raise you royally
Away from life
That filled you with hope and sorrow.