Remembered

It seems to be a world out of control,
where few care about their immortal soul.
Instead their lives they do abuse,
living for themselves, anyway they choose.
Giving no heed to valuable advice,
thinking it is too high a price.
But there are consquences, for not doing as you're told,
whether you are young or old.
And after you let all your chances pass,
and you are put six feet under grass.
The end result, is always the same,
for eternity, will not remember your name.



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Written on 2009-06-30 at 19:07

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if the end result is always the same, what does it matter anyway?

and so what if eternity won't remember one's name? it's just a name baby.

and perhaps the consequences of our actions can teach us something valuable you know? instead of some boring old fart telling us beforehand what we're supposed to do and what we're not supposed to do. and bla bla bla.

by the way, did you notice you are repeating yourself?

anyway, I said I hoped to write you a song one day. but it was harder than I thought. can you guess why?

take care, preacher man.
2009-07-01