I cannot deny
That coming here
Makes me feel better

And I'm not the only one.

As I look around
I can see friends,
Neighbours,
The whole community
Brought together
By the shared belief
In an afterlife.

But is that the only reason
That we come?

Could there also be
A little bit of guilt?

Or do we just fear
The judgement of others?

Ultimately
I suppose it really is
A question of faith

Because none of us
Really know for sure

Whether any of it
Actually gets recycled.

barking Marge was tight and wet
she took dem bois wit out regret
she let dem in, one-by-one
and let dem pump till they wa dun

but now dat galz a little loose
from all doze years of takin' goose
and all dem bois ha got dem lifes
and all dem bois ha got dem wifes

sa bawkin Marge went down da peer
out ta waare da air isss clear
she took er self a litl dip
neeth da roll o wave and shipp

not a teer na don yu foist
cu bawkin Magj is nice nd moistt

i guess some day my heart will stop stop
my heart will less
cringing into my lungs
flat drooping stop
breathing my throat will
around not a whisper
fold my lips into
bursting stop
my hands will
more still not
move or
kiss the slender
girl of a

waste life                                                STOP

i can't read
so i write
i can't chew
so i bite
i can't walk
so i talk
i can't praise
so i mock

so here i stand
in my mouth a sock
in shame i stood
where i was mocked

I ran
I ran
I ran
I ran as fast as I can
I ran all the way to Iran
Just to see if I can

There was a time of peace
Now a distant memory
These battles have left me wounded
Alone and scarred
Here lying on this ground
In the end, I realize
I was not against any other
I was only at war with myself