Metaphysics of Hate

In between here and there
Between the before and after
In the land
Of never
Reside the souls of those
waiting to be born

They have no idea what is coming
These people in waiting
No CNN metaphysical to forewarn
Else none may ever come
And zombies would walk the land
Like lawyers and real estate agents
And those who call in to talk radio

They float massless
With the neutrons and fermions
Just waiting for a body to inhabit
No clue how fragile it will be
Or how dark and dirty is our society
Else they may remain
Forever in formless freedom from sorrow

Or maybe they do know

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