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A God's Death Were But A Play
A God's death were but a play
Script writers pin him to stay
In his lasting seat of demise
Dramas, operas to suffice
A day to feel fire and ice
God casts his own dice
My god has a different lot
he is spared
Nails and cross
Fit to push rocks
His shoulders broad
His destination a long shroud
To become a God through death
A common fame to our lords
Each family tree bears a few
A big branch to fill the pew
The play ends with raising the dead
Curtain falls to clear out the depended
A Heart Still Laments
A heart still laments
A heart still laments
A lifetime of dry month
Dull eye sights but hears well
The cow coughs
The dog barks
The cat mews
The heart is filled with sounds
Of a windy space
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