It was only a matter of time Until the clock runs zero We've had happy times But we have also had somber times Now it is time to prepare the casket But this is not a time to grieve This is a time to celebrate the memories we have made They might be gone But as long as they are not forgotten then they will never truly die memento mori, unus annus
this is a poem about the year long project that markiplier and crankgameplays held to have a different video every day for one year and once the year is up, they delete it all. As i'm typing this there's only four hours and twenty minutes left unti they "die" and i must say, i had fun
No one is making it out of here alive .. Not the obsessive compulsive hand washer who is picky lest he catches a germ no antibiotics can cure; Not the pious cleric who prays righteously in hope for a safe haven in the next world; Not the lovers on the tree tops who are deluged knee deep in a hormonal immortality of old; Not the millionaire who will do anything to have that transplant only to extend his sufferings in this world ! Not even the hedonistic party animals who have anyway accepted their fate.. No! None of us are making it out of here .. We will cease to be ! Will be forgotten ! Our innards eaten by worms as we become fodder for the grass that grows on our graves .. Love your fate then .. Cherish this life .. this gift to think .. it wades out in to the ocean where we will all meet .. not as an individual .. but as a collective whole _ a consciousness this Earth has inherited and continue to resculpt '