May 09, 2011 17:20
Oh, that there were nothing after death
That all the tales of heav'n and hell were void
That soulless bodies emptied after breath
And faded from the lives they once enjoyed.
Oh, that life were only present years
Passing like a laughing summer storm
And not this endless fate of light or tears
Cursed forever, trapped inside a form.
Oh, that gods and spirits were all lies
That little did it matter how we lived;
That all our days were finite in their size
And infamy was easily outlived.
Oh, that every moment were a blink
With no eternal agent keeping score;
Oh, that life and death would walk in sync
And leave no soul to char outside fate's door.
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