even the earth dies
the flames of hellrun through the blood veins -
death is the end of all things
(death is also the end of death)
heaven and hell move on
in their unaltered courses
(even the earth dies)
life is merely an existing memory
taking refuge in the mind
as if in some foreign land
escaping its own war-torn country
the dead live with us
in our memories of them
(death is also the end of memory)
the only regret i have in dying,
is that i leave people behind
to remember me
and to mourn my passing
(even the earth dies)
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2012-09-06 at 19:13
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