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Living Testament
The scriptures whisper of silent tombs/
Of wisdom buried, lost in gloom/
But I rise, carved from the night/
A witness to the truths concealed in blight/
They say the grave is thoughtless dust/
Where knowledge falters, fades to rust/
Yet voices linger past the veil/
The echoes of the lost prevail/
For darkness harbors secrets deep/
And silent lips still stir and speak/
Their wisdom weaves through midnight air/
A testament beyond despair/
I walk between the black and bright/
Shaped not by sun, but shadow's sight/
For in the hollow hush of night/
Truth is born, and minds take flight/
Do not believe the lie they sing/
That knowledge dies, a fleeting thing/
For even in the grave's embrace/
Thought endures, defies its place/
I am the proof, the breathing past/
The gathered echoes holding fast/
Through time and dust, through loss and pain/
The dead still whisper, and I remain/
So do not let their stories fade/
Or be deceived by what is laid/
Life's wisdom does not fear the shade/
It lingers, speaks, and will not trade/
Copyright ©
Michael Fulkerson
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