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I walk the path to the tomb
my heart sits like a stone in my chest
Nothing will be the same
no one will care as he did
The bottle I carry
weighs heavily in my hands
Oil for anointing the dead
why am I taking this to the one I love?
Reality floods
through me
I stumble, nauseated by grief
bile rising in my throat
I tremble
the earth quakes beneath my feet
White light surrounds
piercing my eyes like a thousand stars
Wondrous angel voices
make my world whole again
With words more precious than gold
He is risen
He has risen from the dead.