the wayward pines whisper
the books beneath their breath
they know nothing of love
nothing of death

in my search for immortality
my achilles heel is my mind
religion offers eternal life
but my conscience believes my soul's divine

the good book says our bodies will rise
once our souls have passed
let me point you toward the pictures
of the skeletons that did not last
Last edited by 5wFisher at Oct 1, 2016,