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Though I have been told
it lasts forever
All our dying ideals
I was buried alive
Under the remains of heaven
Drowning in the blood of fallen angels
Cried of despair, like the baby
wrapped in a plastic bag
and left to die
| Tx for the comms. This poem is short and revealing the spirit. Myself having asked the same related question "why here" many times, the answer slips past silently just leaving a faint breeze that softly stir the essence of my soul. Reminds me of the poem I hve rewritten "dust to dust"|
Well take heart child of Dan, we are ellected to slip past the plastic bag and live forever. The Danes stem from Dan an Israel tribe from the Bible who were dispersed from the House of Israel the 10 lost tribes that came from the Azzyrian captives round about bc some time ago.
Dont have to believe it though because u cant change it.
|| Posted on 2013-08-29 00:00:00 | by Joachim | [ Reply to This ] |