Where did you go?
Oh my soul,
Don't you know that it's cold?
Out in the graveyards of ghosts.
Flowing through the wind
As an icy breath
In the months of January,
In the abandoned sanctuary.
There are caskets lined up
Of bodies all shined up
For their loved ones to see
One last time before let be.
Pastor, pastor, please give me your blessing
To make it peacefully
Through the gardens of the dead,
So that I may rest my head.
tayleerhi
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A Sad Poet
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