I’m surrounded by death
All I see are eyeless faces
Their sunken faces glare at me
Their twisted mouths laugh at me
Yet they move
They breathe
Together they raise their gaunt hands in praise
In unison they bend their shrunken knees in prayer
Skeletal fingers play across the piano keys
As a well-dressed cadaver leads the song
Yet they have no life
They have no hope
They are filled with empty despair
They have no life in their hearts
Their religious songs are a death rattle
Their preaching like the gasps of a dying sow
No life, No hope
No peace, No help to me
He is the Way, the Truth and the Life
They are a Maze, many Lies and Fatality
A Valley of dry bones unaware of their ruination
Unaware they are singing on the edge of destruction
A white-washed tomb
A pretty casket
Their mouths gaping open like a carcass
Brains slipping through emaciated fingers
Their heart dead, empty and gone
They pray yet God is not with them
Will the Spirit come
Will life water flow
As I lift my finger in judgment against them
I see dead flesh hanging from my hand
When did I join in their macabre dance
When did I become a decrepit corpse
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