Sunday, August 20, 2006

Unfinished Fragment

I asked God what it was like to die
And he smiled and only said lies
He said it was peace, the heavenly host,
But never why so many become ghosts.

He said that we were born to die:
Far as I can tell we're born to lie.
We're born to live and hurt and try
To love and give and wonder why.

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