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If I were to be gone

by cold thought murder,

by some dumb but self righteous suicide

or I just croaked over?

Would I be remembered?

Will the lessons I learn

then be pass forward to the next student-

Would the lessons keep breathing?

Would my hardships and pleasant times

be a teacher to any one?

Who would cry?

Weep tears of some emotion?

If I were to be gone

by cold thought murder,

by some dumb but self righteous suicide,

or if I just croaked over.

Would I be called a hero or a villian?

Or just another damn depressed artist?

Would my writings teach any one?

Would my paintings express anything without me?

Would I be suggested as a man

of failure or success?  Maybe both?

What would it be without me?

I am an artist of words and paints.

I am nothing more and nothing less.

A knight without the lusty thirst of greed.

I fight when there is a time for a Blade.

Would I be remembered at all

if I were to go to the infinity slumber?