The spiritually dead can’t be killed again
born in death they remain in death
eternally
Something could disturb the dogmatic slumber
while high roads rumble
the future never rests
Perchance to dream
spears through gathered twilight
without a sense of it at all
A spark, the call
to eternal life presented
to wake the dead went unheeded
A white throne’s eternal judgment
while staring out into deep space
from a mountainside
Technology libraries up notches
cut into force fields
binding nothingness together.
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