A hundred men took fifteen paths, for one final Destination.
Rich, Poor, Sick, Healthy
Happy, Sad, Angry.
Hatred, Love, Eco-friendly
Rogues, Justice, Harmony.
I 'drew some Patience,
For all to be taken,
Until the route for me.
The Fate I had, with Content's red carpet.
My soul belongs in that bucket.

As these roads again come together,
The heavenly gates once more opens.
The Saint awaits
The words awake
The Books of Life and Death.
ninety-nine others, I did not bother,
To be alone or together.
The Tree I shook, The contented route
Eternal life was what I took~