In death, everything you think, is.
Thought as clear as reality, the conscience wields its mightiest presence, alien to you the observer.
The traveler now without a vessel, in existence of mere figment.
Surrounded now with that which your heart yearned for most in life, completion isn't a destiny, it's a sense.
You're a God today on this land, tomorrow, a notion across all of space-time!
Carpe Diem
Thought as clear as reality, the conscience wields its mightiest presence, alien to you the observer.
The traveler now without a vessel, in existence of mere figment.
Surrounded now with that which your heart yearned for most in life, completion isn't a destiny, it's a sense.
You're a God today on this land, tomorrow, a notion across all of space-time!
Carpe Diem
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