i am going to death , nearer and nearer to him
he smiles at me, gives me warmth and belief
i never doubt you ,my Azrael
that carrying my soul is a carriage
my body is more and more decrepit , the horses are stronger and stronger
my carriage is faster and faster , my body is closer and closer to him
my belief is more and more sufficient
trust him, same as trust the fact mother gave birth to me
this is a imperishable conception
i and you
everyone
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