"We Are Who We Are"
In the vine's embrace, I yearn for that destined morn,
To be plucked, released from life's silent thorn.
What lies ahead, in realms beyond this scene,
A life unknown, a fate yet unforeseen.
Shall I face the press, a dance of souls entwined,
Or bask in Tuscan rays, where memories unwind?
Is my purpose grand, I'm told I'm meant for more,
A design divine, in the hand of the cosmic chore.
As God intended, this journey I shall take,
Transformed by grace, from earthly vine to sacred sake.
A holy symbol, a vessel of the sacred fire,
In quiet contemplation, I await my destined pyre!
-M.M
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MONACHOPSIS
Fantasy"Monachopsis" is a poignant short that enters the enchanting world of Bacchus, an ancient deity burdened by centuries of existence. Disillusioned and craving purpose, he stumbles upon a trove of expired prayers that catapult him into the lives of a...
