With the ashes now
in liberated garden sleep
flesh spirits hang in town,
closing eyes, consciousness in suspension
deep coma buried at six feet.

Not going to hell, not going to heaven
just going too sleep in shadows
moon lighting way into blackened night
distance never felt so close.

Sacrilegious chants resurrect trinity six
quiet rows of outsiders riding rapture
dying in peace in grim's clinch
let the curtain fall
A supreme departure from a stranger life.

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