The Dead Our The Ones Living Poem by Crimson Love
The Dead Our The Ones Living
I'm jealous of the dead, Because there the ones living
They lie in the ground solemn and cold, They kiss the earth
they sleep forever
They play in there thoughts
They Seek what once was
They remember love
They remember happiness
as the're getting called To where there salvation lies,
They see everything, They see things not through there own
but through many eyes
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