The Old-Self Poem by Milky Galia
The Old-Self
Buy me a casket and bury me six-feet deep
Parade the White Flowers and the Candlesticks
Tell Mama and Papa do not cry
I will Kill Myself and be Alive
Shove the earth and push me in
Along with my old coat and sufferings
That's where I belong and so are You
Now take this Knife and follow me
The Ghost of me will be with you
For this body shall live and fly with the Moon
Talk to the Stars and sleep in the Clouds
Sing with the angels with there harps and lyres
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For this body shall live and fly with the Moon Talk to the Stars and sleep in the Clouds Sing with the angels with there harps and lyres..... body living after a human death is a new theme. all speak of the soul living again after the physical death.. a very nice poem and a new thinking. tony
Thanks Dr. Tony. May I ask, are you a Christian? Yes, this poem is about killing ours sins and being alive in Christ.