Off You Go!

Off You Go! Hey, you misfits—off you go! Only heights are truly so. Death comes first, and then we see Which “home” your soul was meant to be. At the end, you’ll justify All you were before you die. Nothing here is judged as more— Only effort weighs the score. Slave or master, either name— Fool who served the dark or flame— All becomes a hollow none, When the final step is done. Only over-effort remains, Rising through the loss and pains. Even if the result is naught, Still it makes you what you sought. You will judge your final self, Stripped of lies and hollow wealth— Only truth becomes the key, Only love of clarity. In this Hell, the fight is worth; If you settle into earth, Warm and safe in comfort’s cage— You dissolve into pure waste. Hey, you misfits—off you go! Leave this place that drags you low. Since your soul has always known— It must shed the evil grown. --------------------- Off You Go! Hey, you misfits—off you fly! Only heights will justify. Death comes first, and after that— Where your soul will settle at. All your life will be reviewed, By the path your will pursued. Nothing else has final weight— Only effort shapes your fate. Slave or master, fool or king— All dissolve to nothingnessing. Only struggle, sharp and true, Turns the void into a you. Even failure, even loss, May still lift you through the cross. You will judge yourself alone, When all masks and lies are gone. In this Hell, the fight is light; Comfort is the deeper blight. If you...