Baba_4_u

He sat there, under the moon A vial of poison, to visit God soon But God declined, and left him to the crow Who tore his soul and dragged him low His soul, now fractured, a silent scream Caught between realms, in a waking dream Choices are naught but to win or suffer Because now he doesn't even have death to offer. What would you do if your death resulted in eternal suffering, what can you do? Everyone dies at one point, it is the only absolute truth of life. Prabh has been asked this very question, He either let the crow free, a caged evil, or defeat that crow. He was ready to die but he refused to be beaten. So, can he win, or will he spend eternity as a senseless piece of soul, aware but useless? we will see.