Betrayal at Christmas The answer is not given with words The way someone lives That is the answer For the real question we all pay with our lives Often before this question is ever raised Not my soul wants to get out of this body It is my body That has never provided enough heat With the ever-icy hands The paralytic internal organs Who wants to get rid of my soul So irreconcilable as heaven and earth Other colors, a variety of shapes An atmosphere that intersects at corners and edges Incompatible like you and me A satisfactory answer is only If the soul is granted not to live on ... Nevertheless it is the only remaining betrayal If I die before you Or you before me.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 09:54:17 +0000
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