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mikecccc Jul 2015
Thinking on his mighty works and despairing
I'm force to admit
to fear.

Specifically the fear of the eroding power of time
No matter how great one becomes
eventually
their impression will fade.

the greater you are the longer you last
but at some point all that is left is
a once grand work that is now just a mystery

But even before that you may find
your impression is all that is remembered
not you
just your outline one that can be shaped to
fit another's ideals or goals

but we small folk will never reach even those heights
the average joes and janes
their actions when in a mass can be great
but the individual is not.

And when all is said and done all that is left is time
through empires and dynastys
through dinosaurs and cave folk
through planets and stars
all that remains unchanged is time.
Lucas Grant Dec 2024
Million Dollar Bottles of liquor flood my room
Drowning on misery all because of you
Flooding my bedroom with taxes of beliefs and opinions of me insinuating my actions were an attempt of treason and how I'm guilty
Really...guilty?
While im laying in satin
Silk sheets in my fists as I sink away to the depths of despair consumed by my riches playing with knifes as I'm overlooked by the headmistress
It's a wonder I fell so far from the temple I felt worshipped till my saintly statues took a swing at the steeple
A marvel regarding instability causing a loss of so many people
And there goes the preacher leaving even richer then when he came before
Penthouse 100th storiee up ruby's scattered all over the kitchen floor where they eat the meal of my body or st least the final supper of my remains
Disembodied unappreciated broke down with all the pain in a bathtub of glamour
Articulated fashion a sentiment of loss and ulugy of passion
Misplaced in hotels built upon great dynastys mimicking the ones I couldn't sustain
The hours afterwards I felt angry and misunderstood so I filed a complaint
A complaint of my frustration in my black dagger collar mourning the aftermath of stolen power, privileges removed as I sink to the depths and think of you
Unable to recover so I choke on salt water
Bitter in the way it comes across
Let me know

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