Before the rebellious world falls silent
and the Righteous One stirs it with His Sword,
the burden will bring His servant
to the pearly gates of God.
Left at the churchyard refuse,
he stretched out his hands with kindness,
ready to fill his heart with disdain
and mix his bread with sorrow.
The proud kicked him with scorn.
Well-fed kings spat upon him.
And every human self-righteousness
refused to let his spirit see.
For the polished conscience of many,
he became the inconvenient thorn.
And so his life passed by,
just as the Lord had decreed.
But a moment comes with judgments and rewards,
with deeds weighed on righteous scales.
The burden will bring forth His servant,
and the Heavenly King will appraise him.
Only then… Yes, only then
from Justice would he receive a reply,
whether he sought God's Glory
or was cursed before the Judge.
The world is in twilight. Soon it will be dark,
and the beast will leap out to devour.
Yet God's servant still carries
his burden to the Holy Gates.
May in that Moment, as brief as a second,
he find his ending beyond,
in the Spirit marked with this imprint,
that the Faithful is not judged by the Court...
And after that, with a sigh he will step
into a City free of pain, sorrow, and night,
where in anguish the wretched do not weep
and no breath of evil lingers...
Stefan Glavchev
(Fleeting Remains)
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