Fear not the life you lead, or to sin attest
For when your being's doused, it's your time to rest
Leave behind a bag of bones, seized by rigor mortis
And let your silent soul rise from the inner to the outer vortex
Gone for good the shackles of an existence criterion
When you're borne on winds up to the highest empyrean
And all that there was will fade, en masse, no crowds
As you're cast adrift amongst and then above the clouds
Unfurl no wings, let your soul untether
To see what was and what will be forever
And come that final, fateful day, when time will seize the clocks
There'll you'll be; a synergy of energy and a paradox
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