If you were to rise from the grave

Long before you were even planned

You would be stronger and brave

Having witnessed the greatest land

What if life was just an inheritance

If an existence always existed

If this is not the only life hence

The soul is only being adjusted

If we are to be fragments

Of the supreme one

Not new but recycled

Every cell recognized by the sun

If living, being the most precious

Was just an illusion

All that was, was to go to the sands

Be it worth the wait for that redemption?


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