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When I die,
I will not be lifted by religion;
I will be lifted to verify my death,
whispers in my lover’s ear
through trembling stone.

When i die,
I will be presented to the kingdom
of wiggling natural cycles;
I will be treated as a fossil
that marked an era two thousand years
from storybook.

When I die,
I will cascade into a slumber
that breaks for no one
and leaves me grounded
in my belief. 

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