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All is dark in the house of dust All is cold All is breath and breaking bone And skin that has shed making the dust And the souls that enter flow like a river And the names are not called Peter left a long time ago God and Gods Demons and Devils Abandoned the safety of the house where the souls must go And dirt deep we rest Rest enough to feel our bodies turn into dust Because our souls have nowhere to go My body is the house of dust And it is dark inside Save for the flicker A spark just strong enough for a pyre That I will never get to see At least ash might be scattered in the daylight Not brushed off of mantles Or shaken from the feet of the righteous Every time they turn their backs on me The earth above me rattles when it rains And I settle deeper into the dark Where the dust mixes with the earth And tries desperately to belong I do not belong there These bones are too dense My heart is too dense My soul weighs more than the rock marking my place I am fine with that Fine with the idea of forever And the place I will be left in The house of dust The house of bone and breath At least I will not be alone My soul will stay with me
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Aug 28, 2011
Aug 28, 2011 at 5:51 AM UTC
In The House of Dust
All is dark in the house of dust All is cold All is breath and breaking bone And skin that has shed making the dust And the souls that enter flow like a river And the names are not called Peter left a long time ago God and Gods Demons and Devils Abandoned the safety of the house where the souls must go And dirt deep we rest Rest enough to feel our bodies turn into dust Because our souls have nowhere to go My body is the house of dust And it is dark inside Save for the flicker A spark just strong enough for a pyre That I will never get to see At least ash might be scattered in the daylight Not brushed off of mantles Or shaken from the feet of the righteous Every time they turn their backs on me The earth above me rattles when it rains And I settle deeper into the dark Where the dust mixes with the earth And tries desperately to belong I do not belong there These bones are too dense My heart is too dense My soul weighs more than the rock marking my place I am fine with that Fine with the idea of forever And the place I will be left in The house of dust The house of bone and breath At least I will not be alone My soul will stay with me
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Aug 28, 2011
Aug 28, 2011 at 5:51 AM UTC
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