One light awaits Life's end, beyond that brink
where flesh and sense of being pass away.
Its mystery, which teases men to think,
feeds clues about an afterlife which may
one hopes, redeem the waste within our wake.
With wagered souls, we shake awake by choice,
and chaos born, we hope for any stake.
With funds of Virtue's wealth, we can rejoice,
but life is hard and we are only one,
thus far too poor in means to dally here.
The tasks which aid transcendence must be done
and wait you to discern the new frontier.
You owe it to your spirit and your scars -
Fulfill this Earth, and charge into the stars.