Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Goodbye, Old Man

Old man, wither and die
No one will cry when you are gone
Abide with me no longer
Without you I am stronger, set apart
Distinct, life will abound
The sweeter sound of silence, your voice removed
Below, a grave for you awaits
Now go and take your place among the dead
Far be you from my head
And my mind, now in your stead
Light incomprehensible
Where once your words left senses dull
For a time, immemorial
A canvas stained by filth and lies
A Holy flame now purifies
...you are welcome here no more


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