Cemetery Man by Jakub Zielinski

Death, the leary clown…

We’ll go together, you and me
my murmuring friend
and we’ll find our utopias
with miracles made of glass, under stinking marble
sank inside snowball

She and Lady Ripper
they’ll dance bloody waltz
on lightened cemetary of fate
where nothing’s certain

Love conquering death
Like in old tales of believers
And dead will rise up to celebrate
But we need to go now

Bury last coffins
Of wonder about rotting species
Cheat our destinies
And go out to live with alive...

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