All my lived tales of fading breaths draws nigh,
Haloed crowns adorn the individual fruited hills upon...
The mountains awakened Sighs.
A mortally wounded man faces the travails of his last STAND;
A lost soul crawls up
Into the transitory steps of that heroes climb
To that journey's expected repose.
The deeply torn,
Impaling obsidian sword carries its own burden's weights.
Upon the in between space of
Life's and Death's meeting scene.
That soldier man comes finally to the
Mountain top's giving being.
The bursting soul in its moment's release,
Departs its earthy reside.
Death pervades the foggy rites of ended life.
His haloed name is now declared!
His haloed crown of the majestic ages wears his divine head.
He walks anew on the grounds of Angelic dreams.
A new path reserved
for only his haloed Wise,
His haloed Eyes!
Revealing the prize of the Cosmic Scenes,
Where the Master guided my cares and resided in me.
Now walks besides me holding my hands closely for all ETERNITY!
Amen to Eternity's Version of Me!
Life Goes On and time for you to flip the page.
Flipping these pages is what the living continues to do.
This is the stories of mortal Truths!


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