Immortality
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The sea is inspirational melo-
dy, my stomach beats of its penmanship.
Biological immortality,
extravehicular activity,
She lived a good lie
The sun and the moon rose and passed by
The air around her became toxic
Days after days
Nights after nights
Children's voices chanting a lullaby
Aging was a sin
Time passed by quickly.
The days flew by followed by weeks and months and years;
Some people died and some were born instead,
Some were joyful and other plagued by dread.
No one told me
that I would suffer
for the muse.
I wake up;
I think of her.
I write;
I think of her.
I eat, drink, sleep;
I think of her.
She never thinks of me.
Death can't bring about life but that wasn't so in Jesus's case.When he died, it brought about immortality for the Human Race.Because of Jesus's death, the dead will not perish, they will live forever.
I am all drained out-
I am not afraid-of the Everlasting Darkness
There is no light
It is only he-
You were certain the girl was deadSixteen, long blond hair that went down to her waist, shimmering jade green eyesDressed in a white nightie and sandals like a hippie in Monterey Bay in the 60's
As long as I can live,
I'll be able to do my things.
One thousand years from now,
will be few days for me.
As my soul is by itself,
the lonely I will feel.
After the world is on me,
Mortal blood of a broken life
Fiery passion ignites its end
Turning away from light
Thy will darkness shall bend
We're condemn to this life
Whether we like it or not
To wither away
And fall to our death
The cycle begins
All over again
We all fear the most inevitable of outcomes
The day our lungs give out and the blackness swallows us
Swallows us like the pills we used to cling desperately to
Quem di diligunt, Adolescens moritur
Everything evaporates before the Fall.
Only with death can we feel the ancient longing to be free
And in my longing I recall
Deathless king upon his throne
withered flesh and hands of Bone, Trinkets of gold, now long Dull
The silver crown upon his Skull, Tattered robes and rusted Sword
They’re all dead. For the fifth time, they’re all dead. The last one is in the ground. I’m all alone again. And next week I’ll be twenty-six again. I’m always twenty-six. I’ve been twenty-six nearly five-hundred times.