At what time,
Does the human body become a tool?
When does it cease to be flesh
And becomes an object,
Of desire, of torment, of shame
At what moment,
Is your soul disconnected?
When does it part away?
And becomes an object,
Existing on it's own, away, from you
Not until your last breath is taken,
Does your body become nothing
Not until you rest forever
Does your soul depart
The pain will always be there
Through everything, living
Forever more

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