Sepulchre

Oh dread sepulchre
the place I will inter
how long separated from light
will I spend in dark of night
away from human toils
the deflection of our foils
no existance of our thought
no reward for toil wrought
all passion and desire died
this place we will reside
where each and every bone
has no more life than stone
there is no evil, there is no lust
our voice is choked within its dust
a place of rest from all our work
where love and hate do not lurk
to the dust our souls return
so must a generation learn
in the shadow of this fear
which is drawing ever near
how long must our blood cry out
for the future life we doubt
for the Keeper of our soul
to resurrect and remake whole
where dwells the living water
reserved for Adams son and daughter
who has the keys of deaths grave
and the multitudes he will save
who will sing the Song of Songs
to be separated from the throngs
whose tongues have spoken only truth
and parted unto glorys booth
who will lead the people back
and teach them the things they lack
who will escape the coming wrath
for crimes commited on their path
who will drink the vials of dread
for those they've hated who's blood runs red
why do our souls cry out
hearts that are full of love and doubt
to us you must your answer give
so in life everlasting we may live 

Ecc. 8:4-7 Gen 3:19 and Rev
John 5:28-29