The Dead
The Dead came looking for paradise
They were from everywhere
They came from nowhere, now-here, nothingness
They were outlaws, soldiers, children born without souls
They were martyrs, pilgrims, settlers and homesteaders
They came from hell to conquer a billion worlds
They came from Earth and they were refugees
Desperate to escape Eden, Heaven and god
And the dead could not be stopped
And the dead could not be destroyed
And the dead would NOT work, because they were dead
and they came only for the free food and -- consolation prizes
You dig?
It was the last of the great exoduses
The biggest secret no one bothered to keep because
No one believed it anyway, man
And they prayed for the bombs to fall
They vowed to live and die by the gun and the sword – FOREVER!
They were fugitives from from justice, from the law
from natural law
And the dead knew the big secret
They were in on the plan
The Earth, they told us, was a prison
and death would not free us from its deadly kung-fu grip
You and I were created to suffer because our suffering is the juice that drives
the engine and makes the machine “work”
You were born to die and be born again
and die and be born again – Forever and ever
Over and over
AMEN!
But what if the barrier could be destroyed somehow?
Could a vampire god trap a soul in a prison
like grains of sand slipping between its fingers in a strong galactic wind?
True death, soul death, final death, freedom!
And the dead lined up to leave as fast as they had come in
Faster even
They were ready to penetrate the veil of heaven
They were ready to pierce the mouth of the night
They were ready to break on through
To go beyond space, and into time, which is
really the same thing anyway, brother
The dead proclaimed themselves lords of their own creation
And they were ready to never be reborn
They were ready to color outside the lines
and live forever in a 'verse of their own making
By their own designs
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