They say we'll reunite in Heaven someday

Although our earthly being wasn't that bad

I'd prefer afterlife is not a replay

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I'll be untethered and completely unclad

No regulations, no one keeping me down

Forever grateful for the life I once had

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When I receive my wings and flowing long gown

That sacred home becomes a haven posthaste

I'll fly undaunted through my wondrous ghost town

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To start anew with those same humans I've faced

Seems repetitious, pointless, and outright waste

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Author's Note: This poem is written in the Terza Rima form, it has eleven syllables per line, and a rhyme scheme of aba, bcb, cdc, dd.