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Calum McR Mar 2014
We exist in the space between God and the truth,
We hold no ambition for progress of the soul,
And we lack the spirit for suicide.
Calum McR Mar 2014
We cling to a cross,
It's blaze burns our hearts and hands.
Some let go. They Run.
But soon find the flames more comforting,
than the shadows they kept at bay.
Calum McR Mar 2014
Moths crowd a dying flame,
they know to embrace it is to die.
But death in its light seems better than the abyss beyond.
At least here, it seems to matter-
that they had lived at all.
Calum McR Mar 2014
Is a Viking funeral not such a noble act?
Set ablaze a boat full of ambitions, dreams,
power and possessions.
And cast it into the void.
Cast it into acceptance.

— The End —