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The dead who crave not life, I know not why they lie therefloating. They lie devoid of thought, bereft of life and drown in sorrow.
Sometimes they scream as life is deprived of them. Life is nodream and death holds no final end. We all must die.
Hacking away with the sword at the earth, at the mounds of soil,I try to recover the dead but get naught for my toil. The corpseslie around me in various states of decay and no matter how hard Itry I can't bring life to their day. Even by touch of the sword theyrefuse to awaken. And I know they seek life not. And I knowthey like to rot forever. Even their lives were of no worth if intheir eyes they hate the truth even if it sets them free. Now is notthe time to revive. My mind revolts at this revelation. How can itbe that they lie calmly in their graves, resisting life as it pulls attheir heart strings; their cold eyes ever rejecting the truth?I run with naught in mind but to leave that hateful place behind. Ienter darkened earth where De-syr has waited for me from theday of my birth. I cross the bridge of grace along a well wornpath to satiate my flesh within the one they call De-syr.
Sorrow, my contemplating. Loving hours passed, I spent my lifeanticipating sorrow. Thy cold embracing felt like love back thenbut now I know that I was tasting sorrow.
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