Don't sing: your tongue 

always remains bound to a song:

the one that should be surrendered.

Don't kiss: by a strange curse 

the kiss that does not reach 

the heart, remains.

Pray, for prayer is sweet 

but know that your greedy tongue 

stumbles over the only "Our Father" 

that might save you.

Don't call death kind, 

for within its immense white flesh

a live fragment will remain and feel 

the stone that smothers you

and the voracious worm that unbraids your hair.

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by: PhoneBoy