God,
You have tested me with all your taste,
Your sense of life.

From the stifling chest cavity,
Until the relief.
Or between the two.

From what makes the soul drift,
and the whole vein develops,
Until those who bow their faces,
and drain tears.
Or between the two.

From what is so exciting to life,
Until the void whack the soul.
Or between the two

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