I walked among the beautiful dead, stoned in roses...
I read the writing upon thy resting place ;
Failed to find one with my name upon it,
there is no place for me to rest ;
Therefore I must live to time indefinite.
If only at birth they provided me with a
tomb with my name on it,
I would climb in and take a nap.
Just what awakens the dead and
brings them to their senses?
I know those who slumber, and slumber no more.
If it weren’t for the fact were born
from a woman we would never agree to live again.
It’s kindness on gods part - the fact we forget our past lives.
I waked within the dead sea of ether,
found it holds no soul to time indefinite.
I awoke this morning from a nightmare.
Perhaps I still slumber.
Would we know the dead from the living?
Awake from your slumber,
be born again, and spit on those who hate ;
Bring love and kindness into this world;
if you can bring nothing with you
From the depths of darkness,
remember this: “It’s what you hold dear in your heart”
Not what you hear in the grave.
- Ash Moonblood