Deceased ones never cry.
We are over here begging the grave
To suck us into its darker stomach, it is not a lie.
How many times have we been honest and brave
Without getting caught between heavy teeth as we crave
For what causes concussion every treacherous session?
Christ for us;
What more do we need?
Life becomes infinite gas
When we accept Him to be brushed
Away from these problems
That we invited for ourselves...
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