The wounds have all healed but some scars still remain; at least we stand freed of our sorrow and pain. The end for all mortals does come sure and swift and death is a merciful burden-less gift. The light at the end of the tunnel is bright, it vanquishes sadness greed lust woe and night, it shines for each one of us, waits patiently; be not surprised when its lumens you see.
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