We Are the Dead
We are the dead
We are the dead
We are the dead
I look left, I see death
My right is in conversation with
death
Behind me, the falling steps of
death I hear
In converse, I see the rotten teeth
of death
stain with the blood of its victims
We are the dead, this is the mantra
in my heart
No scientific inquiries have an
answer to this age old oppressor
No matter how holy, sly and careful
we try to please him
We are the dead
There is no heaven in the hospital
It is the headquarters of death
The environment is vulnerable
It is like cuddling up with death
The doctors die, judges die,
executioners die and everybody
dies.
We are all guilty and indebted to
this prowling predator.
We are the dead
We are the dead
We are the dead.
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