Rest not upon the souls of the restless.
I know you walk your path upon a weary road,
small and treacherous,
with the promise of heaven on your right,
the sight of hell on your left,
and the Angel of Death behind you,
tracing your steps.
Strengthen yourself with the thought
that both past and future
come forth out of the now.
Only the moment counts,
and then the next step.
Not the horizon before you,
the emptiness behind,
or the sights and promises beside you.
Find your strength in your own heart,
in your own soul,
and not those of the restless.
Live,
don’t be liven…
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