we long to rise from the dead by receiving your embrace;
why wait for trumpets to blare to be caressed by grace?
this life of the living dead is a miraculous sham:
for the dead to impersonate the living- what a scam!
we are so perfectly programmed by the software of desire,
the mind cannot believe it is naught but a morbid liar.
it would be much more likely for a duckbill platypus
to retire in alaska, than for the mind to be honest!
bells toll for the land of the free and the home of the brave:
we have more walking dead than corpses fill the grave!
by god, we long for real flesh and blood inspired by spirit;
we long for the god-man to love us- may we not deny it!
darvish makes the point that longing for love gives life;
otherwise, we are the walking dead acting out our strife.
