Weep not for my broken down body.
For it is just a vessel carrying my strong spirit.
Old and sickly my vessel was.
Weep not, for my pain and sorrow are no more.
Fear and worry no longer concern me.
Troubles are a distant memory.
Weep not, for I shed my body and its limitations put upon me.
For my body is worn and tired out from years of battle.
Weep not, for I am going home.
To my true home
Where peace and serenity reign forever.
Weep not, for at the pearly white gates I shall be waiting.
Oh joyous day, when we all meet together once again.
Weep not, instead celebrate my homecoming,
For it is surely a moment to be happy about.
Weep not, weep not my dearest friends.
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