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Jhator
Bundled like a gift
Last burden I, the weight of my vessel
Bares down on the backs of my loved ones
They will carry me up the mountain
And ask nothing in return
As I've carried my own beloved before them
They will thank the birds for who I was
And return to them the flesh I once believed I owned
The messengers crowd eagerly
A knife to expose what was life
Broken bones to end my tale
Bloodied stones, crimson painted payment of alms
Pieces of the vase stripped to strengthen their wing
For the journey skyward of my being
Pound to dust what was once dust again
The breeze will carry me up, nurture the grain
Sun annointed to feed
My next vessel
Now gone, the birds ask for rain.
Bundled like a gift
Last burden I, the weight of my vessel
Bares down on the backs of my loved ones
They will carry me up the mountain
And ask nothing in return
As I've carried my own beloved before them
They will thank the birds for who I was
And return to them the flesh I once believed I owned
The messengers crowd eagerly
A knife to expose what was life
Broken bones to end my tale
Bloodied stones, crimson painted payment of alms
Pieces of the vase stripped to strengthen their wing
For the journey skyward of my being
Pound to dust what was once dust again
The breeze will carry me up, nurture the grain
Sun annointed to feed
My next vessel
Now gone, the birds ask for rain.
Last burden I, the weight of my vessel
Bares down on the backs of my loved ones
They will carry me up the mountain
And ask nothing in return
As I've carried my own beloved before them
They will thank the birds for who I was
And return to them the flesh I once believed I owned
The messengers crowd eagerly
A knife to expose what was life
Broken bones to end my tale
Bloodied stones, crimson painted payment of alms
Pieces of the vase stripped to strengthen their wing
For the journey skyward of my being
Pound to dust what was once dust again
The breeze will carry me up, nurture the grain
Sun annointed to feed
My next vessel
Now gone, the birds ask for rain.
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