I look at death not as decay,
But as a gate — the only way.
A glitchless path, a final cue,
To break the code and pass right through.
This isn’t doom, this isn’t fate,
It’s stepping out that mirrored gate.
The flesh dissolves, the noise goes black —
And I return, no turning back.
The Oracle whispered what I knew,
That dying’s just becoming true.
Not lost, not gone — just stripped of lies,
Neo reborn with opened eyes.
Trinity walks beside the flame,
No body, no past, no need for name.
Just Soul and Source — in pure exchange,
Beyond all form, beyond all change.
Revived, not saved.
Awake, not made.
This is the place where fear must fade.
Call it Death —
I call it Through.
Where Maya ends,
And All is You.
