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The final communion

As the obol of Charion is placed

In the mouth

Viaticum mortis

As sustenance

As survival into the afterlife

As a funeral begotten

A mournful procession

To gather upon the passing

From what death has ripped from the world

To those who've touched the essence

And those who know only loss

For the arms of death

Taketh and giveth away

Pulvis et umbra sumus

Time is the teacher of mourning

Experience of loss brings us closer to death

To fight death is to live

Existence beyond is planted in memories

Which transfer into legacy

Eram quod es

Eris quod sum

The mark which the spirit has made while in flesh

May be written upon the earth

And whence the spirit leaves the body

Its mark can remain

As a scar or a monument

Or forgotten as an eulogy

Written in sand

Against the winds of time

Woe to the spirit, whose funeral was in vain

Divinity is in the fallen, whose influences remain

Catharsis of being, from a life once flesh

A funeral begotten, to honor the life of your death

The journey here can begin

But here is where the journey may end

Under the pale blue light of Azrael

Radiant as the light of the moon

In the cold night's fog

Fathomless as the abyss

Whose seas we all may drown

Between the devil and the deep blue sea

One must find, one must lose

Between the earth and the underworld

One must transcend

Serpent encircling the god of the sun

Guiding the journey of death into night

Of infinite scales

Which adorn patterns in stars

And coil around the constellations

Sic transit gloria mundi

Omnia mors aequat

Symbol of Ophidian Helix

As sculptures of the cosmos

In duality and in balance

Forged is essence and DNA

Death will come for all

Until the god of the cult of the sun returns