The Play

by TwilightGurly   Mar 21, 2006


Watch the Play
Over And Over
Its Always Sunday

But I Seem To Be
The Only One To Notice
Today Is Repeat Seventy-Three

The Play Ends Bad
She Dies Killing Herself
He Says Isn't That Sad

The Theater Burns
And We All Die
Bodies Carried In Urns

I'm At My Own Funeral
Looking Around
The Actors Of The Play Are Here

"And The Bible Says"
I'm Preaching At My Own Funeral
Why Were There No Other Deaths

It Starts Allover Again
Another Day Lived In Fear
"The End"

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