Poem -

The ghost shadow and the shroud of Turin

The ghost shadow and the shroud of Turin

The ghost has arrived 
I cannot see 
I cannot hear 
For I am blind 
Lord, I am in fear 
In fear of death 
In fear of life 
In fear of living 
In fear of dying 
The mask is revealed 
I, the ghost shadow 
The tyrant 
The Buddha 
The weak 
The strong 
The humble 
The ego 
I, the ghost shadow 
In paranoid moments 
Where murder lives 
Where purification is
Where life breathes 
Where death his garment 
The shroud of Turin
Lord, this earth is 
This land kills 
There is breath 
Yet it is still 
The ghost shadow 
The ghost shading 
In black and grey 
The ghost shadow 
The ghost shadow 
The 
    Ghost 
 In the shroud of Turin

 

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