25.5.2024
The king is dead and all his grieving aides (Among them some who truly hated him), Prepare the funereal garments from the silk Intended for this most beloved lord deceased, And what of indigent men who die alone, No kin to mourn their silent passing on, And we who have heard and some have found That brith and death are but united twins And now while life is vibrant in our bones We must live and surely must progress, Upon this earth, the chosen of the Lord, Transform the body, still the busy mind, Knowing that the day of Light has come, We are not far from the transforming ray.
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