Sepulcher

Oh dread sepulcher the place I will inter how long separated from light will I spend in dark of night away from human toils the deflection of our foils no existence of our thought no reward for toil wrought all passion and desire died this place we will reside where each and every bone has no more life than stone there is no evil, there is no lust our voice is choked within its dust a place of rest from all our work where love and hate do not lurk to the dust our souls return so must a generation learn in the shadow of this fear which is drawing ever near how long must our blood cry out for the future life we doubt for the Keeper of our soul to resurrect and remake whole where dwells the living water reserved for Adams son and daughter who has the keys of deaths grave and the multitudes he will save who will sing the Song of Songs to be separated from the throngs whose tongues have spoken only truth and parted unto glory's booth who will lead the people back and teach them the things they lack who will escape the coming wrath for crimes committed on their path who will drink the vials of dread for those they've hated who's blood runs red why do our souls cry out hearts that are full of love and doubt to us you must your answer give so in life everlasting we may live Ecc. 8:4-7 Gen 3:19 and Rev COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC