Notes On Death
It is the PROMISE OF NEW KINGSHIP. THE END OF FIGHT 'Til an unending bloody finish.
The BEGINNING OF THE MIGHTY QUEST TO END THE MYSTERY OF DEATH. UNLIKE ANY OTHER QUEST. I HAVE VISIONS OF HAPPENSTANCE IN MY HEAD OF MY OWN DEMISE. THIS OMEN TUGS AT MY CLOAK TELLING ME I AM NOT YET DEAD.
I HAVE OVER HEARD TWO WOMEN DISCUSS DEATH as a little more than an irritation. Maybe their age influenced their views on death. They were young and spry. It is IMPERATIVE THAT WE PENETRATE THE WORLD OF SUCH PEOPLE TO INFORM THEM THAT DEATH WILL COME AND DEATH IS REAL
NOW we have MORTICIANS THAT CAN TELL TALES ABOUT PEOPLE WHO CAME BACK FROM BEING DEAD OR PEOPLE WHO CAUGHT THEIR MORTALITY IN THEIR SLEEP. EVEN SMALL BABIES FOUND DEAD IN THEIR CRIBS, THEN BURIED DEEP. DEATH IS NOT AT ALL WHAT WE PERCEIVE. DEATH IS THE BIGGEST SECRET BURIED IN LIFE.
THIS WE MUST NOT CONCEAL. WE SHOULD REVEAL, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN DEATH IS REAL.
Copyright © Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther | Year Posted 2014
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