One book alone proves death
Is just another form of dreaming
A deeper reading of the text
Rampant with new meaning
I read and read again
But all the books are burning
In the Alexandria of my brain
Ascending into the ether
From where they will come again
Who is not foreign in this world
Searching for his true family
And figuring out after all this time
Death was really his best friend
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