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Ashes To Ashes We All Fall To Ground
For a living we spread ourselves prostrate upon the earth
Composted millions for the archaeologists in purple silk boxers
Arranged our limbs in disarray unwashed and bug-eaten paroxysms
Recorded piety in many names wrote scripts for warcraft and schisms
Sweet caring embrace of eternal rest escapes us riotous children
Like this one the best so far. But, I'm onlu in the "A's". They are all real good!
what will those that come from the future think of our society..... will they think that we were murders of innocense, beauty, honesty, most of all..... were we the death of our selves.... we will one day be ash.... then it is too late..... powerful poem