Huddle close, and fear I tread
in the black behind you, or in front
the facts you discover when you are dead
that bear the truth and end the hunt
is not known here nor could be
is not for the realm of the walking
is not for eyes to see
for all that depth, or all that talking
Eternity stinks my darling, and that's the joke
fear I tread, and huddle close
Holy Unknown and Blessed Yoke
not funny, not new, and not morose
But if near the grave you find no umbrella,
Just ask for "God", or "Elvis Costella"
A sonnet, serious and silly
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That's funny!
Can you imagine coming back as bacteria? How bad do you have to be for that?!
The "eternity stinks" thing comes from The Juliet Letters. Sounds like you didn't know...
It's another clue to Elvis' agnostic bent, in my view...and I equate Elvis with God because I'm starting to believe that it's okay to worship certain human beings.
At least they are verifiably real.
The "eternity stinks" thing comes from The Juliet Letters. Sounds like you didn't know...
It's another clue to Elvis' agnostic bent, in my view...and I equate Elvis with God because I'm starting to believe that it's okay to worship certain human beings.
At least they are verifiably real.
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