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The shadows crawl further towards the eclipses With every grasp it crawls nearer and nearer To the end Adults, teens, and children Running for their life. They don’t want the shadows to catch them. But it’s moving so fast. We just couldn’t see it. It was so far away at first. We thought nothing of it. We lived, and we played, and we laughed And we made memories. We took the light for granted. We ignored the shadow And pretended they just weren’t there. But they were. They always were. We just never fathomed it Would be here this soon. Now it’s almost upon us And we can’t outrun it. There was still so much to do But we let the opportunities Pass us by. Now the shadows are upon us. We can’t fight them. These two men Robed in Black and White Are upon us. Reminding us that everything Must come to an end. The end is upon us all. But as the shadows grab your shoulders And the clock runs out. The only thing you hear Is their whispers Take them with a grain of salt. Because there is no sugar. Let them guide you to the end. Let the words consume you. Memento Mori Is upon us. Memento Mori. Is inevitable. Memento Mori. Is hours away. Memento Mori. Is here. Memento Mori.
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Feb 12, 2022
Feb 12, 2022 at 9:46 PM UTC
Memento Mori
The shadows crawl further towards the eclipses With every grasp it crawls nearer and nearer To the end Adults, teens, and children Running for their life. They don’t want the shadows to catch them. But it’s moving so fast. We just couldn’t see it. It was so far away at first. We thought nothing of it. We lived, and we played, and we laughed And we made memories. We took the light for granted. We ignored the shadow And pretended they just weren’t there. But they were. They always were. We just never fathomed it Would be here this soon. Now it’s almost upon us And we can’t outrun it. There was still so much to do But we let the opportunities Pass us by. Now the shadows are upon us. We can’t fight them. These two men Robed in Black and White Are upon us. Reminding us that everything Must come to an end. The end is upon us all. But as the shadows grab your shoulders And the clock runs out. The only thing you hear Is their whispers Take them with a grain of salt. Because there is no sugar. Let them guide you to the end. Let the words consume you. Memento Mori Is upon us. Memento Mori. Is inevitable. Memento Mori. Is hours away. Memento Mori. Is here. Memento Mori.
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william-ackerman
Feb 12, 2022
Feb 12, 2022 at 9:46 PM UTC
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