A Question
Are we to be reduced to nothing but mere letters on a stone
When our flesh ceases to cover our bones
And our blood ceases to flow?
Are we to be left in this world as nothing but ash?
Remembered by a 'single' generation
Forgotten by all there after?
And in the end...
Would it all be in vain?
Is there an after...after?
Will we live on?
Or is the end, the end?
Only when we cease to live will the answer be known
--- But will it be too late by then?
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