Absol320

Ladies and Gentlemen, We gather here together not to mourn the loss of a great man, but to celebrate the life of a friend. It is with great solemnity that we must understand the context in which these events transpire, and as is our duty, we must embrace these coming changes with an accepting heart. Infinitive was a man of pure heart, of humble origin. Since his rise in the city-states of Greece, he has served a central role in facilitating communication for the past age. He saw the rise and fall of the great Roman Empire, followed by the rise of the Anglo-Saxens and Franks. Infinitive sat among the Emporers of Rome, the Knights of the Round

Water is flowing all around us, healing our wounds, cleansing our souls It washes our mind, pristine fluid turned dark, carrying away All our sins, drowning them among each other, and   delivering them to their promised hell. We watch as the gutter fills with tainted fluid, And give thanks to the water, for cleansing us and giving redemption. But for every end There is a beginning, and every departure Has an arrival For all destruction there is creation to match. Such is the tale of the lake of opprobrium, the destination for our wrongdoings. The gathering place where all our festering wounds come to suffer and co

A requiem for the resurrected echoes through the broken cathedral, welcoming the departed back to this melancholy world. Tears streak the angel's faces as they cry in their loss. Say goodbye to all you knew in heaven. Welcome to Earth, Motherfucker.

3. Desperately, 5. Breath escapes the dry 7. lips of the weak leaping from 9. the warmth of the body into the 11. cold of night, braving the cold, abandoning 13. the broken body and lungs which it once resided.

I hope to never be another stone skipping along cool water leaping from partner to partner determined to stay above water never managing to reach land struggling for breath against the tide