A Brief Welcome For The Living Dead


This evening all is red;
Blood flows on the floor.
This season all is dead;
Life shows as a blur.

A dangling ghost,
Falling into deep nothingness;
Blowing from river to coast,
The smell of sweet weariness.

In torment
My experience was hopelessness
For a moment
My existence was formlessness

All the while light was dawning
The seed of pure deity
All the way the life was flowing
The seed of true immortality

In the year I was murdered
I was born
In the river I was submerged
I was borne

And now, may the dead LIVE in perfect peace.

Even the most absurd thoughts can't ruffle this Enchanted Writer. Spill, please...

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