December 5, 2011
By , Idaho Falls, ID
Where do we go when we die?
To the silent sea,
or the noisy sky?
Do the winged serifs of heaven grant our every wish?
Or are we enslaved to labor and eat only fish.
Will we pass though a gate with a runic rhyme?
Or be shifted to a place in a another time?
Will the angels sing? There melodies foretell how one son rose and the other fell.
Will devils gloat from their seats on the moon,
or will we float to a place with a severed soul,
awash with the others their turbulency tells
of an end that's in sight
when the final star is felled.

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