I plead for men to hear this declaration from my soul.nI pray they turn their ears to true lifenCasting the anger of death aside.nnThe life of sacrifice, met with such hostility.nEven to death, but raised up in victory.nHow could this life bring so much pain?nDay after day after day.nnIt’s never over, until we shut our eyes for the very last time.nIt’s never over until the line flattens out.nnLike death, the grave, it waits.nIts anger is unrelenting, against all things, against all time and space.nEmbrace the end.nnYou’ll think it’s over when you shut your eyes for the very last time.nYou’ll think it’s over. (You have been trained well(?))nDeath scares me not.nnPleading for men to hear this declaration from my soul.nI pray they turn their itching ears, anger is near. Death is waiting.nThe grave is calling.