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I found a gravestone etched with my name,

on the churchroof a man was drinking altar wine,

he told me i was dead, and taking

a drink would make me feel divine,

with a mouthful the church and sky turned red.

A woman kneeling at my grave told me i was alive,

my hand passed straight through her

she pinched me hard in anger.




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whoever you are come forth these are the days that must happen to you.


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The following comments are for "alive or dead"
by icemoon

you don't know what you've got...
...until you lose it. that's what I read here, a parable about giving up and not realising what you gave up until it's too late...

been down the road of believing I was dead already, only to find out, nope, actually I had more to lose than I give myself credit… for…

ah, hindsight, a friend of mine is fond of saying, the sight that comes out of your hind ;) …

loved the dreamy way you relate this.


( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: June 1, 2008 )





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