Grave yard................................?

Question

have u visited there?

imagine...u were the corpse, and last tel me while everybody disperse, Who will be yr body guard?

give all you have to make us feel the 'grave story' and the dead.

nothing i can add
as am one of the dead
has any been on this bed.
a room of no light end
Please...please tel me!!! how .....

is it !!!! is it ...The End?

Answer 1

I would...but I'd probably get in trouble!

Answer 2

Your question isn't very clear but of course I have, and will continue to, visit graveyards. I have many loved ones buried in grave yards: both parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, friends, and I love to go to their graves. I clean the stones and leave flowers and talk to the ones I have loved and lost. Graveyards are very peaceful places and a place to go to keep family connections strong, whether the people are still here or with God. I took my children when they were small and told them of their ancestors. It's a proper thing to do.

Answer 3

There are so many stories on the grave told even by those who came from there. We don't listen. Instead we tell them it is just a dream or hallucination. I believe it is really like a dream, because this life we call reality is also a dream--a perception. I believe the one we call dream is in fact the real reality. The reality that we think is real is in fact temporary and transitional.

Answer 4

You craze for more and more and mutual rivalry for worldly gains has made you heedless
Until (in the same craze) you reach the graves.

By no means! Soon you shall know!
Again (note it well) by no means! Soon you shall know

Nay! Had you know with certainty of knowledge (the end of this way of life you would never have acted thus)
You shall certainly see Hell.

Again (note it well that) you shall most certainly see it.

Then, on that Day, you shall certainly be called to account for the blessing and comforts of life.

Answer 5

Your question is so badly worded, I'm afraid, despite my willingness to tell you something which you want to hear,
my corpseness is beginning to reek of bad ablutions, and the crows are beginning to gather. In the morning the smell of my rotting flesh shall arouse the village and cause great umbrage amongst the clans. Eagle.

Answer 6

Why do you seek the living among the dead.

Death comes as a thief in the night. So we know we will die. And we fear maybe not death but the unknown.

We have our beliefs and our hopes.

Ghosts stories about the graveyard are for christian. So I ask you, ask you a child. If not, then act as an adult.

Answer 7

lol oh cmon , you were high when you wrote this weren't you

Answer 8

Unanswered questions-
How they play on my mind,
Now that darkness is falling and
Still there's no sign of my guide.

Either I have been betrayed-
They have left me to die,
Or worse still at this moment he lies-
An unwitting victim by brigands attacked,
Left naked and dead with a knife
In his back.

Childhood terrors return to me now,
From the rand stench of fear in
The sweat on my brow.
Deciet and despair are to me
Kith and kin,
Seduced into slumber-
My nightmare begins.

"Welcome - welcome to my domain,
I have been biding my time.
Watching and waiting -
But now you are mine.

Weaving the web that entwines you,
Like a puppet you play on the end
Of your strings 'till the end of
Your days."

Daylight flees as night gives chase
I'm held in panics dank embrace,
I smother in his cold caress -
The sum of all my worthlessness.
I have been told to thank the Lord
For all that He will send,
But if death should come to meet me -
Must I greet him as a friend?

Now I see that this quest is
A test of my fidelity -
Has God forsaken me?
When maddness sings his lullaby a

Nightmare filled with unknown things -
To cast aspersion on my sanity.

Faith starts to flounder in
A mind torn apart,
My thoughts move in time with
The beat of my heart
A creature of habit
I make easy prey,
Cross faith and fire cannot
Hold at bay the beast that
Pursues me -
The end drawing near.
My soul keeps no secrets -
He knows what I fear.

Flying so high on the wings
Of a dream,
Over mountain and forest -
'cross river and stream.
While the creatures that feed

Off the doubts I invent
Await my arrival with evil intent.

"Welcome - welcome to my domain,
I have been biding my time.
Watching and waiting -
But now you are mine.
Weaving the web that entwines you,
Like a puppet you play on the end
Of your strings 'till the end of
Your days."

So in that twilight world that
Lies amidst life and death I dream,
And writhe in fitful slumber no-one
Hears mjy silent screams.
Except the horses head that stares
With black and lifeless eyes,

Atop its totem glaring as it mocks
My helpless cries.

Now I see that this quest is
A test of my fidelity -
Has God forsaken me?
When maddness sings his lullaby a
Nightmare filled with unknown things -
To cast aspersion on my sanity.

Shapeless form surround me
Casting shadows in the night,
I feel their breath upon me-
Catch their faces in the light.
Somnambulistic hunters come
To prey upon my fears -
As peals of psycopathic laughter
Echo in my ears.

Startled I waken from my
Death-like sleep,
Though fearful and shaken
I crawl to my feet.
Still my memories taunt me -
Like ghosts they appear,
Forever to haunt me when
Darkness draws near.

"Welcome - welcome to my domain,
I have been biding my time.
Watching and waiting -
But now you are mine.
Weaving the web that entwines you,
Like a puppet you play on the end
Of your strings 'till the end of
Your days."

Then fleeing from the terrors
At the night before I leave,

The remenants of reality behind
Me 'neath the trees.
Waking in the light of dawn I
Pray that God will send -
His wisdom now to guide me
Through this night-time without end.

Now I see that this quest is
A test of my fidelity-
Has God forsaken me?
When madness sings his lullaby a
Nightmare filled with unknown things -
To cast aspersion on my sanity.