The death toll rings!
Farther from the abyss!
Closer to the hills, from whence we must fall, to again be born!
Heaven, she has me often visit
Her kisses, they spoil me silly
I’ll ask her to grow old with me
It was Day 27 after 6:26
Many mass burials, many still feeling sick
Midnight saw the carnage, the morning just took the heat
These were the early days in 1956
A narration of timeless whispers I wish not tell,
A bargain I will not draw but let pain be your curse,
Your burdens will heal my wounds
For 27th was the day I lost me.
Some of us were baptised without our consent and Believed what we weren’t allowed to question. So,what we practice appear to us as the only morality. A man often beliefs his doctrine’s account of creation.Are you Saying we can’t have a 13th month? Or decide to make the calendar conclude on the 11th?
With the uncertainty of the true events we celebrate the 25th and hang on palm crucifix’, robb ashes on days like 27th.
72 full hours of 3 full days,
And the rock did roll,
Bringing life, bringing hope,
A bloodied bath for renascent hearts.
Three days short of thirty,
Food and water in denial buried.
Strength drained by the leeches of weariness;
Stones become tempting to be cast into bread.
The Captain ordered his men overboard
One by one they came beginning with the Oracle
When the priest spoke they began to stutter
So the captain called the grave from his heart 27 times