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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The sickness rattles our body like a rope shivering back in forth in a well With our meager eyes we look at our sons and grandsons begging for a way out of this shell Dying is the real punishment of hell As we fight so long against an uncaused cause For a hundred and fifty thousand years our species evolved Wallowing, swallowing, running, writing, talking, and planning as the earth revolved Many a thing our species achieved and invented But a way to circumvent death will never be augmented Bam! The axe comes down As we grip the straws above us and drown They cry, my soul disappears, and my body is smeared Adam means earth So ironic that we are nicknamed after the place of our birth A setting so wretched and dearth And the place that we are set to soon return As fate and destiny has chosen us to fill the stomach of a worm The darkness of life becomes overshadowed by the colossal end Eternity is still ahead of us and here is where I will spend it I can no longer see the sky of fate and destiny in this place I descend But I see a darkness you cannot begin to comprehend So I wait here One does not know for how many a year Listening to the peaceful and tranquil clear Inside, I am still waiting for the one I revere Tears are shed for me and I taste the blood they cry Until they join us and our tombstones aren't read Dozens of millions of years pass in this solitude and period of goodbye Ending only when the universe chooses to join the dead My conscience remains like a boulder of my chest My sinful nature is far from blessed My karma waiting in line to protest my ways and detest I'm scared, but relaxed - to explain this period of solitude is to jest Right when I least expect the rising voice Ending my period of solitude was a period of rejoice Seventh trumpet was sounded by the angel shaking and rattling the creation Us and our millions of years in life, death, and solitude Resurrection became our salvation Revival of our bodies, the blood in our veins, as we awoke from our indifferent graves Entering our bodies were our souls, blessing us with life's vibration Creation revitalized as fate and destiny chose to save Today I stand after lying down for too long Inside of me is a happiness that was so strong Omnipotent peace, utopia, a perception we thought was so wrong Now, in this resurrected life we will all eventually belong
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