In death; nothing remains

We stand as a ring of seven,

Over looking mount Olympus

Arguing our beliefs and faiths.

To prove our point,

As one we jump off the cliff

And plummet through the sky.

We fall for a lifetime,

Spinning out of control

Until our minds are black slates.

Red goo engulfs our bodies,

Eating flesh and bones,

Melting us to nothing but souls.

Again we rise,

Nothing more than screaming essences

Clawing for release of this hell.

No longer are we human,

No longer important,

Just Things that once were.

Unidentifiable beings,

With no beliefs or faiths

But endless echoes of silent cries.