I would not be long for this dreary world
In the wind like leaves I have swung and whirled
My memories, the fog of horrible nightmare
Or nostalgic dreams whisper on the crisp air
A rising storm that never abated
Where names of gods are consecrated
A niche in a temple my grave will be
When I die, that is not the fate I foresee
Celestial pyre, burn my remains where I lay
Blaze like a meteor that guides the way
My long days of toil have finally ceased
My long-imprisoned soul is at last released
I stand among the noblest of men
Those who prophesied with wits and a pen
I have made my choice, time to act
Honor my vow and self-proclaimed pact
To the skies where mortals and Angels trod
Fulfill my pledge and unite with god
Maxwell O’Reilly
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