Again We Will Be

Our skulls will one day be as theirs

A rotting edifice

Those dreams and memories once held

That the bones hold no longer

No promise can be made

Not in earnest

Of the wealth of the beyond

Or of a life after

As tumultuously as we live

Children of strife and chaos

Not one day is ever promised

We may never see the morrow

Dust is what we shall be

In the eons that will pass

Pulverized by the merciless machinery

Of death and time

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