ECCE!
VIDE MIHI:
See my soul-star shine ideally.
ECCE!
AVDI MIHI:
Hear my clear voice ring out freely.
ECCE!
MECUM VENE:
Walk with me into a new day.
ECCE!
OCCIDE ME:
And plant an oak tree where I lay.
O', let the olive branch be cast aside;
No- oh no- there'll be no peace when I rest.
Place a pound of thermite where I reside,
And come Autumn, let me burn with the best!
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 2:17 PM UTC
ECCE!
VIDE MIHI:
See my soul-star shine ideally.
ECCE!
AVDI MIHI:
Hear my clear voice ring out freely.
ECCE!
MECUM VENE:
Walk with me into a new day.
ECCE!
OCCIDE ME:
And plant an oak tree where I lay.
O', let the olive branch be cast aside;
No- oh no- there'll be no peace when I rest.
Place a pound of thermite where I reside,
And come Autumn, let me burn with the best!
Idk. Read this when I die. Or maybe I'll record myself reading it to be played after I die. Either way, I don't want some boring sappy funeral. I want a celebration of what I was, and what I did. I want the final farewell not to be a casket lowering into the ground; but a pillar of fire reaching into the sky, as well as a new tree planted.
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