Death lied prostate, feather arms a marine creature she be, for the sun the angels and the others to see. She said the words of gratitude and love as she floated a mid matter old and young, salt and the water flowed as one. A live was a the church of God be True and place for the many and a few we say verily. A new word to bring forth one of the tale so old of birth and life and the inbetween too.
All Praise be to God, that is everything, for God is good it is you that makes the ugly.
Welcome home, as the rains softly fell with leaves of river birch gathering around thee, the thunder growled a low hum of love of all that life would become. Then the birds sang their high pitched lullaby as the breed sauntered through.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
Death whispered to her father, "I'm going to take the Golden chariot around where it is safe and sound from the all around."
"Ok, and it's good to have you home."
And then Death did take the long way.
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