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She is Our End
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Life’s relief in her embrace so sweet.
When all fades dark and your worry retreat
Come quick o Death to end our drum’s long beat.
To God we run in joyous dread to meet.
Our souls to be free and our hearts to mend,
For the beauty of life is in its end.
The Three Sisters Blind.
"Let us forgive him," said Faith.
"Let us free him," said Love.
"Hang him," said Justice.
Thus they migrate across these serpentine lands, lacking an origin and destination.
Our purpose, burden, passion and desire,
To great heights ascend and knowledge acquire.
In blindness we madly run to her fire.
To this futile end, we shall never tire.
Never to stop, never to find our peace.
Passing by joy, our goal never to cease.