And when you cease to
Breath
And your limbs grow heavy
Into the ground
So that you’re not able to
Move
Know this
That all that will remain
Of you
Is a fading memory
Written on a thinning
Parchment
Blowing without hint of stopping
Upon a howling wind.

That is you
And what you have done
The effect that you’ve had on the world
The deeds which you have wrought
And the evils left unknown
Never a monument
Never a trace
Just a hint of a soul
Left muffled
By the weight of dust.

03/16/2013

Posted on 03/16/2013
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