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Stand Dead
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In the stone of the tomb lies ambition.
It rests there, waiting to be reborn.
Silently the grave echoes its memories.
Stand still, be quiet, stand dead.
Walk the night in dusty shoes,
letting the sand glance ahead.
Through glass, deeply mourning
stand still, be quiet, stand dead.
Terror is the voice of the heart,
the dew of the falling trees
Nothing creates a darkness but me.
Stand still, be quiet, stand dead
Rejoice in the black surrender.
Reclaim the voice of the breeze.
Let it blow ever softly in rejection.
Stand still, be quiet, stand dead
enjoyed reading this poem.
enjoyed reading this poem. Very well written.
Vive le Quebec libre!