Stardust V2

Heaven falls harder when death hits heavy on the martyr, all is made of stardust; fire made all molds stay intact harder. Think about resilience or your personal significance, or what makes new leaves fall without a force in nature hitting it. I can conjure up ideas, maybe ten, maybe millions, but this world wasn't built for you it was made to give into it. Take away the planes, skyscrapers, trains. Take away your luxury unless from these grounds it came. Walk forward ten paces. Stop. Then, look down. Your soft feet were punctured there's blood on the ground, we're a new breed of stardust. What now?