| The Body The moving is slow In this holiest tomb. Lit by an ambient glow Is what I will assume Is the body of my dead God. The burden heavy weighs On theses disbelieving eyes, Eyes that defeatedly gaze Where my faith, dead, now lies. With the body of my dead God. My faith opposed, Into doubt I begin to fall, When eyes open that once were closed And a dead figure sits up tall. The body of my undead God stares at me. |