Rising From the Tomb

Rising From the Tomb
(or a Halloween Story with a Happy Ending.)

by Happy Hiram

Time does not exist
Every now is then
God straddles every wall
Cohabiting peace with pain.

My future MEs
and past MEs
Stand together
On a sacred plain
Thus the past rewritten
And the balance
Can remain,

If I learned nothing
else from suffering
than this one thing I'll explain
My soul is not my body
and no crimes
can reach my brain.

What once was desperate refuge
Becomes a bastion for the sane,
And then and now do not exist
And are one and the same.