Last words. They combine the magesty, grace, and awe of speach with the glory, and the silence of death. Oh, truley, the power that they hold, it is austounding. The simple act of professing one's final thoughts right before the spirit soars to sublime, and there for all eternity the spirit shall reside.
With these last words we are given the chance to forgive, to defy, to profess our freedom. This does not differ from the chance we have with the use of all words save for the combination of these words with death, death is what allows these words to mean even more. This seems impossible as words within themselves already have such a power, but it is true.
But what can we do, for we can not plan our final thoughts. For, if we did, it would not be our last words. We can only act, we can only live ready for when the time comes. We must be ready for what is after this world. For death is not the end. Our last words will be our last, however they will not be our only ones. We have a whole lifetime to speak, a whole lifetime to make a difference. So we must not save our thoughts for the end. We must instead, merely speak without fear. From our begining, to our end, we must cry out. And all we can do is hope that someone will hear us.
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