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It's true, we are not all equal.
Some lives are worth more than others
Just like couture is a cut above
that which you find hanging on the store rack.

Some people are made from a priceless fabric
their skin lined with supernal radiance
Their essence the lonsdaleite of mortal form-
Standing shoulder to shoulder with
Perfection.
They are born with light in their eyes,
that can never be extinguished
Not in life and not by death.

Yes, you are right when you choose to ignore
Those precious souls departed
For you could never do justice
with your limited, earthly narrative
In telling the story whose language
is beyond our knowing;

It's unfolding will come on That Day
with the seraphic tongue of the Other-World
It will ring loud and overhead,
It will command an ubiquitous audience.

And after it's telling, it will
Bear witness to Perfect Justice
and effloresce onto paperless scrolls
 released into Timeless Time
For all to remember:

Those that were not born equal
Their lives worth more than others
Their essence the lonsdaleite of mortal form-
Standing shoulder to shoulder with
Perfection.
They were born with light in their eyes,
that was never extinguished
Not in life and
not by death.