Only those who aimed
at our Lord and Creator
can truly make the climb.
I am no liar—
but to each his own.
Myself excluded,
a tree branch wouldn’t make it.
My throat is better off opened
than it be held, hugged, and gently taken.
But enough of these trivialities—
no slayer is ever made nor created
to be a stake to God.
It was, clearly,
the greatest insurance:
that He alone
cannot be touched.
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