Hall of the Fallen

Hung in the tree of life.

Wounded. Bleeding.

I fall from the hall of gods!The bond has been cut.

I cannot stand, nor speak.

I cannot crawl, nor think clearly.

I start over again. And again. And again.The bond has been cut.

The tree has fallen.

The life of a god,

returns. Again.There is no death for the honourable.

There is no end for the honourable.

Only eternal rebirth.

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