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.
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