Disiderata of the Spiritually Dead v 1.0

The spiritually dead can’t be killed again born in death they remain in death eternally Something could disturb the dogmatic slumber while high roads rumble the future never rests Perchance to dream spears through gathered twilight without a sense of it at all A spark, the call to eternal life presented to wake the dead went unheeded A white throne’s eternal judgment while staring out into deep space from a mountainside Technology libraries up notches cut into force fields binding nothingness together.