Cycle of ages.
A soul within sustains the heavens
Yet we are dulled by our earthly limbs
Because of them we are moved by sorrow
Entombed with the limitations of sin
When the final day deserts us
And the plagues of body cease
Allayed in a world of darkness
Yet disturbed in eternal sleep
Stretched out on empty winds
The stains of life are wested away
Purged of our earthly bearing
In unsoiled ether the self soon fades
Through Elysium we are cost
Rejoining the cycle of the ages
Delivering to bleed again
And bestow meaning to white pages
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