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Angel of wilted wings

That whom descends as death

Haker of the last living breath

Harvester of life

All powerless possessions

Flower the fruit of the reaping

Wealth, fame and ego

Shall be left af the shore

To those who embark the vessel

Of Charon

Leave not behind, the final will

Of passion to possession

The will to hold on

May the death grip of material

Become dust in your fist

Clench into the ashes

And reach unto the embers

No power that man can behold

Can grasp beyond the veil of death

Mors vincit omnia

In pereptuum, in reflection

As cycle of endless being

One must become nothing

To prepare for the end

As nothingness, as a void

Nestled in a chamber

Without ego

...without ego

All will be lost

And the lost memories

Shall too be faded

Into the dust which is covered

By death