04-13-2014, 08:17 PM
The devil will frown at me when I am dead
For into Hades I shall not be led
Good people don’t go there (or so I have read)
I’m bound for heavenly places instead
We sing our songs amongst the dead;
Each note precisely written down.
When dust dissolves, when blood is bled;
This sea of notes is where we drown
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions