When one tears away the veils and shows them naked, people's souls give off such a pungent smell of decay.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I have been here before as a spirit - this is just my physical body, it is just an overcoat. And at death, you will take the overcoat off.
Virtues, like essences, lose their fragrance when exposed.
Everything is vain and tortures the spirit instead of calming and satisfying it.
I hate to say this, but I'll repeat it: After death, all we know that you do is stink.
Eyes so transparent that through them the soul is seen.
To bare our souls is all we ask, to give all we have to life and the beings surrounding us. Here the nature spirits are intense and we appreciate them, make offerings to them - these nature spirits who call us here - sealing our fate with each other, celebrating our love.
As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no.
There are some people who walk into a room and they oxygenate it, by their very being there's fresh air. Then there are those who come in with the smell of death and they suck the life out.
Life will continue on the other side of the veil.
Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.