When our souls blow in the wind

And our memories fill the stars

For our dreams scatter the universe

And dust we’ve returned  

For second chances are a myth

All shall rest in the ***** of uncertainty

All but none

They that indulged in the affairs of wine and meat

And those that scraped and lived beneath

For the stars refuse to differentiate

Our achievements made minuscule

For it may seem that life and death are both unfair