Now that Spirit has captured my name
Propelling me to higher heights
Their hymnals become greatly stained
Drowning out their sleepless nights
As crows ascend my body back
To dance beside the throne of chance
Remembrance of what actions lacked
Beseeches any grieved glance
Conversing in immortal talk
Amongst the best eternal minds
Affirms a carefree, idle thought
That Earth, indeed, was worth the time
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