The Empty Tomb Poem by Barima Basoah

We live to die, but we fear to die,
the scary horror of a graveyard,
the gripping fear of a tomb, oh living dead!
But you went into your grave in search of life,
You embraced death like laying with a woman.

Your last words were thunderstorms,
that struck terror in the land of the dead.
Your last breath was a storming wind,
That violently blew through the land of the dead.
Warnings the dead could not see nor hear.

Your fallen sweat were heavy downpours,
that flooded the land of the dead.
Your bleeding blood were tidal waves,
that destructively wiped out the land of the dead.
War the dead could helplessly fight.

Death dragged you in agony, pain and shame;
and bound you in a tomb sealing you from place of life,
But your consuming fire melt the icy hands,
of death laid on you as you took his power,
You kissed death to death.

The stony teeth of death could not devour you,
the belly tomb of death could not contain you,
as it vomited you out of the land of the dead.
by the count of three, you came back alive,
a victory for mankind, a redemption for lost souls.

We live to die, we die to live,
because you died to bring back life.
the empty tomb full of eternal life,
our hope for everlasting life.
the tomb is still empty.