"Graveyard Tales"

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 "Graveyard Tales"


Dust to Dust

Dust has come to dust


For every man must bear his cross 

And the boundary of life and death all must cross. 

Does this word cross your thought?


The glittering facades of life

Makes the one eyed man forget his debt to blindness 

He dances lavishly on another's grave

Forgetting that his isn't far from his backyard.


Suddenly joy is lost halfway between smiles

Lips are crossed amidst laughter 

The grave has eaten its sacrifice 

And it is still hungry. 


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