| "A good name is better than precious ointment; and the day of death than the day of one’s birth. It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart. Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better. The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth." (Ecclesiastes 7:1)
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| Her blood it swam through my hands.
As she appeared into the dark.
Breathlessly she spoke.
Please don’t leave me.
Lull me until I sleep.
I wish we had grown old.
But here you lower my tomb.
All the words that we used to wage.
From the lies that we still spake.
Are you aware of what you are?
Or what you did to save yourself?
I saw the sun torn apart.
By the dark of the night.
As she sung hallelujah.
Hold me until I can't sing.
stay until my heart beats.
I thought we’d grow old.
Where is my salvation?
Who is going to save me?
I thought we would grow old.
But here I bury the dead. |
