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Thanatophobia

Working toward the peak of the valley
Even the summits view is ground level
The highs and lows still bear the weight of their own gravity

And what is it for, when to feather our nest
In turn is but a cushion in a graveyard
But our bodies know no comfort or pain
When we fall asleep for the last time
Yet what is passing away but waking up to the light of our truest day?

As we bask beneath the ray of a never ending sun
In a place where there are no shadows
Nothing to hide and nothing to fear
Fully exposed and developed to be displayed
What are we in the here an now but film strips in dark rooms
Waiting for the picture to come in more clearly as we fade

We are but shells learning to break
I want to bleed for more than gold when all it's worth is its weight in ashes
Oh the vanity, of our reputation and an expiring legacy
Every breath an investment in eternity
You tell me what I'm worth but I've been so prone to squander me

How is that time is as fragile as we we are, with limitations and expiration
No preservation in this world of decay
And yet our hope's hinge on the beauty of passing away

Here and now we reflect on the circumstances that surround
Drawing us back, our hearts lost and found
What side of the line do we land on
When willful distances obey the fear of touch
And our breath comes with a risk, the taint of death

Affection-less for the walls we construct within
Making there way to self exile and live outcast amidst our kin
Better off alone we are
But are we?
Dead when we live in isolation

As if walls are all we have in common
Fortified against strangers we assume a threat
Before the benefit of our doubts given
When believing the best is short sighted for the worst we see
Yet what is the worst in another but the same that is the monster of humanity

I've just as much the potential to be the carrier of what kills us
When sin makes cancer of the flesh
And we treat the cure like just another therapy

Tolerating the cause and the effect
Playing victim is playing dead when we don't know our authority
Outbreak both authored and extinguished by what's hanging on a tree
Whether the forbidden fruit or the Savior
Are we the heir of our own damnation or redemption's legacy?
cloventongue89
Written by cloventongue89 (Nathaniel Peter)
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