What if I told you I have The cure: the proposition For the filth that runs through The follicles, of our streets Please remember The path to glory To climb hills of strife Please remember me Please remember My lungs of expression To stray off to heart of winter You will remember me When the dust collects Upon the tomes Of word collections To burn... to burn! To be great than all! I attend the funeral for who I was yesterday Amongst ruins for death is my beloved Because nothing to die for is nothing to live for What if the day comes Where I cannot protect One of my own... To be great than all!