I sat and listened as the preacher taught us:


The beginning of freedom is death

And the limitation of man is life

Life is a cage and death is freedom


For the immortal to be born he must die

And for gold to form it must burn.

Until the tree’s seed falls and dies, the fruit won’t sprout


Whips lash

Screams split

Veil rents

Yet, the King is alive


Blood falls to the ground

Heaven’s gates open

Death is but a path to these gates

And life, the obstacle


Kill their bodies and spare their Spirits

Release those who are bound by the fear of death


-The Ode and The Grace Ola


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