Wednesday, March 3, 2021

When the Dead Speak


Long after existence the decay rends flesh deformed
Made to consider how to exist divorced of the world
There the dead are freed, gone the meat cloak of life
Ask yourself, who do you long to speak to when you die
If death is a doorway, eternity is the journey terminus
Your soul be free, for the physical world is merciless
Speak freely, be happy, you'll have no more boundaries
As your spirit is released, you are now a new creation
This is the promise land, you've escaped the adversary