With fire in his lungs, the truth burned bright. It could no longer be hidden. The flame consumed him as he spoke of what he knew. A paradise beyond this world’s end. Buried beneath the grime and the dirt, a heart woke to eternity. The corpse of a dead man began to breathe again. The earth cast him from her grip.

Death could not keep him. The label of deceased burned to ashes in the flame of his wake. The sting of sorrow annulled. The lid of the coffin lifted.

Not a day would pass by where he would not live. He owned every tomorrow. The dawn belonged to him. Every sunrise wrote his name, as dusk bowed her knee.

Death, frantic and hopeless, blindly collapsed in his grave. None had ever beat her before. Death, as a master gambler, has never lost her own game. She lowered her cape, and resigned.

For truly this one was greater than she.

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