Thy Death
Alright, I know this is probably *very* bad Olde English, grammatically speaking and otherwise, but you're just gonna have to deal with it. (Written: about freshman/sophomore yr of HS, that's ~1999-2000).
It is the face of thy own death that thou fearst. Be not afraid. For out thy death springs new life; the breath of eternity then runneth strong through thy veins. Feel the pulse of thy new life, as with each beat that thy heart thrums, gives the strength thou needest to go on. Do not fear such death, for such death brings life eternal. Do not hate
such end, for such end is but a beginning. Canst thou feelest the surge in thy own form? Revel in its power. Love is but a ripple in the tide of emotions. But give the dark all thou hast, and thou shalt never again be alone. Forever shall a dark company be with thy soul, giving it peace as well as hellfire. Live, love, and live again; lest thou be afraid of thy own death. It is not a mockery I speak, but of truth foreboding. I do not jest. Accept, and live happy in thy knowledge that thou wilt have life after death; again eternal. Deny, and thy soul shalt suffer unending pain eternal. Do not refuse, embrace; life is thou’s, if thou wilt have it.
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