MESSIAH SALVATION OF THE OMEGA
A torch of fire was brought in and handed over to the pack’s priest, who held it up above his head, such that we all had to look up to see the torch burning like youthful strength, and flickering like a rush of adrenalin.
“From the gods our souls came, and from the dust was our bodies made, to both we shall return.” The priest said loud enough for us all to hear.
“To both we shall return.” We all, who had gathered for Gova’s funeral responded, our voices echoing in the funeral ground.
The priest dropped the torch on the funeral pyre, lighting up the corpse, and sparking up a round of wailing from family, friends and well-wishers of late Gova.
I felt my tears dripping non-stop, warming up my
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