Forgotten
When our tombstones are not recognizable,
Surely our fate will become realizable.
When our minds and limbs will be dismembered,
Surely our names are no longer remembered.
When even memories cannot bring us back,
Surely our sight will turn to black.
When everything we knew, loved, and hated is gone,
Surely, our souls will have been long withdrawn.
Forgotten is the fate of us all,
A thought that none can recall
This is the truth of the end,
End of our lives, that we would so freely lend.
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