Death becomes love

Long ago, about 4 thousand years ago, the messenger of the kingdom of the dead was shown to the ground. It was not a young man and not an old man, but a husband in a mature age. His name was the third Lou. And he received this name is not by chance, since his phenomenon happened deeply at night in full moon when he had a strong wind and he was heard in all surroundings. The third lu was born not from the marriage of the mother, but from the village of Land. A huge crack with a crash appeared along the gorge, a bright light flashed out of the depths, which proceeded, like insight, from the raging flame of an erupting volcano. Cries and moans were distributed, as if from thousands of Martyrs of hell. This picture could be compared with the end of the world, but it was not the end. So came the Spirit of Yamaraj embodied in the man, the king of death. The shining bugger wave of magma splashed him out, the earthly arch closed, and everything calmed down, becoming in its place. The wind and the rumble stopped, and silent silence came. Only somewhere in the valley in the deaf jungle shouted a restless night bird and quietly murmured mountain streams. He was the third who was sent to this land from the kingdom of the dead