no-one wants to be known for resurrection
so much burden of re-entering meat
stink of reality
duality of existence
and
once dead can one be trusted?
being back from the land no one cares to cross or measure
and what voices will come to head that abandoned flesh
breathed outside all mighty
all transparent air
what if resurrection is just a demonic play in disguise
manifestation designed to supposedly erase anxiety and fear
but in fact a mortal blow to heavenly peace of mind
before you know what hit you
and you turn into lump of clay again