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Of the many corpses trodden over,
Of every dearly departed soul,
His memory has become a dedicated service.
Lives are lived to reach the Bridge of Souls.
Now here he lies
To reap the contempted harvest.
As his eyes fill with the vision of a familiar crystal blue,
His fate is sealed.
There’s no sadness left in him.
Bliss as sweet as honey
Fills him from within.
As that crystal blue is the last thing he sees.
For some time, there is only nothing.
He wonders who will mourn.
There is no kindness here.
There is only nothing
As he looks back to the one left behind.
The keeper of the true divine
Stands with his head hung low.
Sadness finally runs cold through Suguru’s veins
As he, too, reaches the Bridge of Souls.