They say an odyssea begins at Death's moment,
some intransigent state of immortal existence,
reflection, atonement for mortal imbruement,
incurred from our years of living flesh and blood,
which somehow be weighed upon a pendulum
against the exercise of faith, hope...abstinence.
Be this our last chance for divine absolution'?
Are empty dimensions truly the segway to Utopia?
Must we penance our rue for misusing Free Will
or are we exempt by way of the human element and-
afforded Gods mercy for the times we were influenced
by the dreaded hell-beast, for acts of gracelessness,
and if we are exempt, does purgatory really exist?
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Above work as all my works, are tell-tale fiction,
and never auto-biographical.................FjR
Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)
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