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Living with the sickening thought

That everything you fight to create

Will crumble and fall when you are stuck down

All good things must come to an end

It renders everything useless

It makes it all un-worthwhile

My effigy is drowned out with the rest

Who will remember my name

The people who remember will son be the deceased

Horde of the forgotten ones

Struck down in the middle of the creation of my epitaph

Ember of history now burnt out

Death in vain, my memory will not suffice

Even lack of basic emotion

Not only has my body fallen

My name is tarnished and mocked

Ridiculed by ones with their eyes closed

Why not show some fucking respect

Why waste your precious time on me

Cracking knuckles and fucking snapping necks

Why put your efforts into unneeded hatred

Pathetic pasts of nothingness

Should be ashamed o it

Given chance to see life through

Not purified through death

Their death is all we have to remember and celebrate

Another one fallen from the lock

Inhuman

Memories replaced what could have been

Your human form turned to ash

All you leave behind will disintegrate

Like the empty shell you never hatched from

Walking abortion, barely made into the light

In life you are born twice

Few make the second birth

These are, the living stillborn