There Are No Erasers Allowed In Eternity...
Amongst our sturdy bricks that we carry as shell,
Our Infinity bows to a death we sooth well,
Like a needle in a car-wrech with an idiot in the hay,
Toe to heal, we're treading, dancing in the grey.
Polarized, I say, mocks eternity of your name,
Love and hate, beside, apart but the same,
Future, past and a cut to the cheek...
A world’s eternal kiss, on the ass, of the meek!
There are no erasers allowed in eternity...
So wipe this illusion! For it’s never been just,
Defied by a beginning of an ending you'll trust?
So rub a-rub rub until your papers run red,
It's still the smiles of the living, which grow the roses, for the dead.
There are no erasers allowed in eternity...
No prayers to be answered or ghosts to spur aw,
Or to drown in blame under, those feet that you adore,
It’s contrast, my friend, that kept sorrow in-mind,
And this one book of blue, in black, I won’t bind!
There are no erasers allowed in eternity...
And I know this to be true,
So rub a-rub rub until your papers run red,
It's still the smiles of the living, which grow the roses, for the dead.
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