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
