The Death and Rebirth
I dread that day of pain.
I dread that fated day.
The heavens cried in pain.
The heavens wept in grief.
The people cried in tears.
The people cried in regret.
They all muttered together.
They all echoed together.
"This one was quiet promising, at last gone".
This one was quiet purposeful at last no more.
He was tall and slim.
He was bold and strong.
But fell to his own might.
But fell to his own depth.
Thus a man feared in Rome.
Thus a man reveared in Greece.
A man whose wisdom Babylon sought.
A man whose wisdom built persia.
Failed to see wisdom.
Failed to see reason.
He journey's this day a land of no return.
A battle lost from the unset.
But wait I hear screaming in the East.
I hear running in the West.
They all say he who was dead.
They all say has been reborn
The symbol of his existence rests on a child.
That fated scar.
To all who have ears.
To all who hear I tell this tale of "The Death and Rebirth".
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