DEAD TALKING; DEAD TALK (August 12, 2007 by Carl A. Patton)

No one would rise up from the grave before time. Nor would the call to Judgment come from the mantelpiece, the ring around one's finger are a locket cast as an albatross around a fools neck.

Ashes and crushed bones cast to the wind from yonder mountaintop would see not the Judgment nor would the foul wretched ashes and ground bones cast in the great Sea. However many still called out to a foul wind.

These were the dead talking. So went a world filled testimony of customs and traditions. Many just went with the flow as they cherished not the right to choose your own colors.

Those walking also talked. They told tales of dead men who talked about black nights and the temporal pleasures that they knew would end.

Life meanwhile was found among the righteous as they toiled among the vagabonds resisting the dead weight that clutched at all that existed.

But there was a land far beyond the dead men and the dead talk.

Sadly many dead men knew of this place at least some said they did. But some came to believe that they could still get there talking about the dead.

Some believed not that Peace and Paradise existed. These dead men reeked with a death odor as they sought to live a life of the dead as there was no other life to live.

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