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One who has gained so little never lost so much as when the Lord God said, "Your time is up." Consider the expulsion of a soul from the body from Earth to a distant beyond where higher beings reside. As I sit here, among the stones showing the final resting places of these brave souls, these cowardly souls, loved and hated, adored and scorned, an unearthly presence consumes my thoughts, for never have I seen those who gained so little lose so much. I am not one of them, but their footprints from ages ago are ones that I now walk in, remnants of a memory from long ago. I'm sitting above corpses whose souls sit above me. So many here still have loved ones to mourn their passing, but others just have a name frozen in stone as if frozen in time, meaningless to the living, and nothing to the dead, for their passing and time to mourn is just a footprint in history. I have read the final messages of those lost souls engraved in rock, rather the final messages of the souls who found eternity. |
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