I am fairly certain that when a wild animal is eating one alive, and you are screaming and struggling in agony before unconsciousness, then death, arrives, the animal is unconcerned by the presence of your divine soul or spirit, or the lack thereof.
If there's one thing I have said,
is that the dreams I once had, now lay in bed.
As the four winds blow, my wits through the door,
it's been the worst day since yesterday
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Perhaps the soul is seasoning to the critters, like salt.
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