Death,
Warm,
Light,
The new existence
For which you long have looked.
Life itself
Slips away,
And is not missed:
Your new existence,
Your new birth,
Is eternal,
And happier than the former life.
Quietly,
Your body disappears
And is remade.
You are dead,
But now more alive
Than ever before.
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