Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Cycle of Acquistion

The day of reanimation,
A sudden reincarnating
Of the living with the dead,

Of hollowed tombs of flesh and bone
Refilled with souls from other men,

Empty slates that are wiped clean,
Perfect specimen to pour your clay,

Fit the scheme and wish the well,
You’re not worried where you’ll be, eventually,

One day you feel you’ll circle back,
To the place you once loved much

And reside within your lovers clutch,
But until such day does dawn itself,

Fear is not fear at all,
Nothing’s scary to someone who’s beat the devil at his own trade,

Nothing’s wicked when you’ve died and rose from hell.

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