The following events will occur
On or at the moment of death
You will die
We all do, eventually
No one makes it out alive
We pray that what ever you believe in
Will carry you forward to the next life
We fill pockets with posies
To ward off Black Plague
Thinking it’s the miasma of the thing
And yet these crystals have power
When charged under full moon
They glow and are cleansed
The aboriginal tribes have sticks
Engraved with symbols
Imbued with the souls of the ancestors
To gift one was an honor
To receive one was empowering
You have the power to do anything
What gives you faith
In your footsteps
The deity
Perhaps Odin
Will protect your hirsute face
And shield your eyes
Knowing the gas can seep through
Because there is no seal
Are you surprised
There is a human term and condition
That does apply
To everyone, everywhere, all the time
(Until nature runs its course)
We will endeavor
And there will be gatherings
Groups of Unscheduled listeners
Who want another story
Have faith it will be a great one
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