We the walking dead march on,
single file into the mouth of Hell,
to live out our days
in bleak expanses of discontent,
prone to fearsome flourishes of hope,
before the light is out and we are through,
so we will pass terrified and lost in a bed of lies.
I am yet another weary corpse
in the depths of Hades' cold, dead silence.
Cadaverous fields unending writhe in torment, crawl toward
Perdition's fires yet fear to touch.
Burn me, flay me, crush me, anything to know it's real.
I will step into the flames and know their love.
My mortal flesh will feed His furnace for a spell,
till I am bones upon the rocks where the winds whip me into dust.
As ash and dust in the fires of Hell,
given one last fleeting blaze of significance,
may we touch the world to know our surest loss.
Our bereavement to stand to the beauty of life.
credits
released December 18, 2010
Artwork: John Martin - The Fall of Babylon
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