Death! What event be more imperious than Life, for-
they who breathe deep, from beneath opaque planes;
while, mortalkind continues to live by War and Time.
Mantra and Morals challenging godhead sacraments,
yet, all which that pours cold from the pulsing Heart
still be warmed....by the virtuous womb of the Soul.
A Dove told me this and upon His Ghostly Crown,
I believe His words true, as His Spirit speaks of Life,
I've heard He caries Wisdom by Tongues of Fire, thus -
from out of the Darkness, into the Light, Death dies.
Vox Spiritus Sancti...
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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR
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