The Museum of Suffering

They’re burying the dead again; as if they won’t simply
rise from their graves at the next opportunity given them.

What the grave diggers of the world fail to realize is that
we are all unfolding, primordial particles to the development
of life and refuse to be buried by such small hands.

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