The Second Wind

I don’t believe that life Should only be lived once before eternity And have a single owner with grief Run to the end with a burned-out body. Death was never designed from the start to be the ultimate fulfilment, that when you die earth falls apart, death only takes us beyond the interment. But when the dust settles, it emerges again A reconstruction of time and space. Which I believe is the second coming With greater forces of cosmic science. The second wind from the secret origin Rise as a king removed from memory Previous mission details that are missing When everything changes by continuity. We arrived back on the converted soil Reformed out of dust to restore order The characters live again in our soul, Rise for another quest about the future. Multiple lives spent crossing the realms Into the dark heart of hell and dominion fire. On a quest to overthrow pilgrims Clutching their letters of credit together.