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The lick of the clock of the universe stopped

As I made the sign of the cross it comes to me : I have the choice

To return to the world of men or continue my pilgrimage

My ascension to the unknown world that beckoned.

What was the truth when I was still alive ?

Who did my gestures and words serve ?

God ? Which God ?

I know too much, but I need to know this.

The choice is made, I come to three eternal...