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*self destructive prophecies
but I can't go back
in my opinion
I'd rather go out with a bang
than with a flat beep
what makes us so confident
so dominate and permanent?
think of how Rome fell
we always do it to ourselves
*self destructive prophecies
come to take the best of me
Sometimes I imagine life
Sometimes I imagine life after I've died. I wonder what friends, family, co-workers... etc... will think about me and say about me. This is what your poem makes me think of. Great imagery.