I did not want the sepulchre
Nor stone door
Nor womens' tears...
Three days...
I never died, just
Down the Road a bit.
Shedding thorn crown,
Releasing rusted nails,
Laughing with Lazarus
All the while...
I never died, just
Down the Road a bit.
I do not revere Death.
I will not wash feet.
Such breathing flowers
Bloom,
Sins denounce the Holy...
I never died, just
Down the Road a bit.
Step off beaten Paths, and
Here I wait for you...just
Down the Road a bit...
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