Conversation between death

(Orchestral swell—low cello drones, distant thunder drums. A lone violin screams like a dying star. Then bass drops: heartbeat, slow, alive.)

Abraham…
Your blood’s still warm.
But the alley’s empty.
Why can’t you see
Let’s talk, 
And look the sickle’s gone.
Explain..

Okay, Officer Mathers, badge like a blade—
Pulled me out slow, gun already raised.
I stabbed em with a pen, felt the steel bite bone,
Then two shots—left, right—then the third… hit the flow.
He ran. Left me bleeding on cracked concrete.
But death? Just a door. But I’m here And I’m standing on my feet.

Voices from the dark: “We don’t have time…”
Hooded man turns—Azrael, eyes like crime.
Phoenix flares up—wings of molten gold—
“Selfish? Me? You’re the one who sold!”

Wake up! Wake up!
Soul ain’t for sale—it’s fire, not coal!
They play with your mind, your heart, your whole—
But the spark’s yours. Burn through the lie.
Wake up! Wake up!
Father’s children don’t fold.
No deal. No theft.
Just light. Just bold.
[Verse 2 – tempo climbs, synth pulses like veins]
Ishtar steps in—copper eyes, wings charred.
“You weren’t meant to die. Not yet. Not scarred.”
Phoenix grins: “I like it here—power’s sweet.”
Azrael spits: “Your brothers bleed in the street.”
Ant piles, gas, guilt—flames lick the sky—
We feed ’em sweets, watch ’em colonize.
Over time every single line. 
See em chasing death. What a crime

They argue like gods over my corpse—
One wants home, one wants war, one just… remorse.
But I’m no meat suit. I’m the key.
The third shot missed—’cause it was meant for me.
To feel it. To break it. To scream it loud:
Nothing steals what never bowed.

Wake up! Wake up!
Fire in the veins—soul’s not currency!
Phoenix, Azrael—your game’s done with me.
Tell the sisters, brothers: we’re still alive.
No chains. No cages.
We rise. We thrive.
Wake up!

Sirens stop. Shell turns ash.
Air hits my body 
I walk out—blood gone, breath back.
And somewhere…in a bright room 
Laying while
A dragon smiles in my head
A hooded man nods.
“Oh, your awake?
Do you know who I am? 
Lets talk…
Where am I? 
(End on a single, shattering cymbal—then silence. Like waking up.)

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