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Realizations in Death by whatisthebrandon, literature
Literature
Realizations in Death
Mourners crying out their last memories of you,
are comforted by mid-morning's shrill cries of wind.
As trees sway to the rythyms of your funeral march,
A still calm ensures you're free from the chains of life
Yet you remain enslaved,
within the minds of those who wait.
For they will dream of you,
Forcing the continuation of your memory,
And your tortured existence.
What was yours in life, slowly fades to nothing,
And quietly brightens into the flames that will consume you.
What lies in wait for you in Hell?
God cannot save you here in death.
You're locked in the endless procession of eternity.
Life was but a second on a clock
