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[title] => And The Dead Shall Live
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[bodytext] => Hiding deep in a crevice on the side of a mountain
Lies a poor man's soul Three billion years ago he took a little stroll When an earthquake struck the mountain, His life was lost No stories to tell, no memories to live on Just the earth's cooling lava to preserve his bones The bag he carried could tell such wonders today For it contained pictures carved out of tiny blocks of stone But that is lost for it never survived the the beatings of time Clutched inside his bony grasp lies a diamond Such beauty lieing there with a mess of bones We can only wonder this man's thoughts so long ago We poke and we prod disrupting his sleep Hoping to find some presence of us in this man Never again will he have his silence From the moment he took the first step of his stroll, His life became ours Three billion years later we found him lying there Our need to know defying his right to die We speculate and rumor And all at once, we think we have him figured out Some complicated story plays out his last days No one could ever believe he was just a simple man So we give him a name and life we all believe For what we do not understand, we fear Is it really so important to know who he was? Three billion years ago this man lost his life Three billion years later we put his life on display [comments] => 5 [counter] => 538 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Lia [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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