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In these fateful moments wherein I bear final witness to the architect of my demise

I can't tell if I'm losing more blood than I'm choking on, but I know I'm gonna die,

Lacerated flesh has left me dripping of my fluids and rendered my musculature largely useless,

I'm standing in a steaming pool of things that used to be contained inside myself,

With punctured lungs I gasp for air in a desperate act of semi conscious futility

A cruel mixture of autonomic process and terrorized intent, hyperventilating

Feather,

Phoenix

Vision blurring as I find myself staring face to face with the Man in the Black Cape,

The seconds pass like small eternities taking shape, a perfect time to take in this desolate landscape,

My mind wandering as the folded steel of the Masamune passes right on through me

Is now or what's to come what they mean when they say eternity?

Feather,

Phoenix

When I'm just lyin' there, my body expired

After I had fought my hardest, and it backfired

If you should come across, my lifeless self

And 'friend' was ever something, you called yourself

I hope you'd take the time, and kneel by my side

Search your person for a fabled prize

Lay down the finest down of the phoenix

Cast it onto me, as an offering

Should this offering be worthy to be found acceptable,

My soul,

Will be,

Called back,

And my flesh,

Will be,

Restored,

To me, Once again