crystalshelby Posted June 7, 2012 Posted June 7, 2012 When death comes I’ll need not love Consumed, No wreath or dove Could offer me salvation, Not when I’m no more. A weathered stone will bear my name Identity of once a being Living out existence in A world of risk, and never seeing Sense of why we’re here. My genes will die away thro’ child Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought, Will quickly dim with generation Bow to future dominance Memories of provenance Resigned to curious few. When death comes I’ll need not grace Below; no grieving face Will call my resurrection, Not when I’m at ground Death and I so bound.
xxfang<3'sbaconxx Posted June 15, 2012 Posted June 15, 2012 beautifuly written, you should publish it
xxfang<3'sbaconxx Posted June 15, 2012 Posted June 15, 2012 beautifuly written, you should publish it
xxfang<3'sbaconxx Posted June 15, 2012 Posted June 15, 2012 beautifuly written, you should publish it
~Zach*Teh*Panda~ Posted June 15, 2012 Posted June 15, 2012 Thats awesome! I agree with fang. Get it published
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