What have we buried here, behind this heavy stone?
Why the effort, why the seal?
What is it that we've buried here?
We buried sin,
and death and curse and hell.
We buried wrath.
The end of everything is buried here,
behind this heavy stone.
Is that all that we buried, behind this heavy stone?
Is that all? Nothing more?
We buried all mankind, each one,
still and dead.
We buried you and me.
All folk are buried here,
behind this heavy stone.
Just us? But why the guards?
The stone is heavy. What need for them?
We buried God.
The Creator lies entombed.
We buried Sinai, we buried Zion,
the glory and the cloud.
We buried God,
wrapped sheets around his face;
we looked on it and did not die.
But he died.
We buried him behind this heavy stone,
and placed the seal,
and set the guard.
We buried God.
Well that makes sense.
We wouldn't want him getting out again.
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