Gilgameshs Journey

Immaterial Soul A sprout abundant of immortal hope, a search of a pulse of love in his heart, an empty threat vivid in a man of a dying soul, as the echoes in his heart race to slay him whole. Hope arrives within stone’s throw. A shining star at the groove of absolute all-ness, a crowning jewel for the kin Vincente’s, the only appetite tis’ sole aspirer, to be one with all my family, so shall it be my destiny found. My greatest fear is death, the unknown timelessness of eternal life, where confinement and salvation touch shoulders. Immortality is a remote axiom, an alchemists’ fame of soul remembrance A mortal’s search of Tipler’s omega point, the last hope of salvation adjacent to this point, tis not found but earned long as: the moral laws written on thy heart ensue. Gilgamesh first state awed his last, the divines’ gift to he, astray, the fountain of eternal life alludes his last state tis’ only hope is consciousness of thy neural network Annus Miribalis hath hope for Gilgamesh’s immortal life. So set him free. Let angles guide thy through the herculean task, strength and honor hear of Gilgamesh’s survival, his sink in armor of humility indulgence, a chain of association whose lineage is of no close origins. For gins today “weakness” in armor flourish as strength in fame of tomorrow. A peerless thought patrols Gilgamesh’s talent, change the world with a breadth of “élan’ vital” Annus Miribalis hath hope for Gilgamesh’s immortal life. Through the looking glass of all mortals dogma, Faith model give rise to sovereign heavenly body in one piece. Tis thy divine decree. Sole talent forge the apples’ fruit skin, Gilgamesh’s purpose put to bed past regret. To unite, to end suffering and shatter all man-kinds intrinsic prisons. Gilgamesh's journey tips the edge…