My immortally is eminent. How could it not be? My soul has left a mark on universe that cannot be erased and others, besides you, know this to be truth. You say that I cannot announce my immortality that “Immortality comes to you, you do not go to Immortality.” I find this to be preposterous, I demand immortality and it will be so. Now you say that I am full of myself and probably liquor or some other substance. This maybe the case, however, I inquire you to look at who I am and what I have become, and then you tell me that I am wrong. I am the spark that enflames your heart—my heat quivers within you keeping you within my realm. I am the calm in the night that you encase yourself in to rest your weary existence—my solace is without comparison, you breath in my soul. I am what you have always endeared and embraced—my flesh is but flesh but you still wish to partake of its bounty. I am what you aspired to be but you fell short—your jealousy of how the world perceived me held you back. Can you still say that I am not destined to be immortal? And your answer is “yes.” Of course, you still do not believe.
Privacy & Cookies Policy
Necessary cookies are absolutely essential for the website to function properly. This category only includes cookies that ensures basic functionalities and security features of the website. These cookies do not store any personal information.
Any cookies that may not be particularly necessary for the website to function and is used specifically to collect user personal data via analytics, ads, other embedded contents are termed as non-necessary cookies. It is mandatory to procure user consent prior to running these cookies on your website.