A Mirror On 'Epitaph On The World
Here lies a world long deceased,
Whose Life by Sheol was seized,
His glorious childhood in aeons was spent,
This blissful man soon too went,
A Stronger age its strength had lent,
Vanity it is of it to speak,
The sea of destiny did spring a leak,
when death was enthroned,
when it shall grow like a horn,
all we know is here it grows as a thorn.
poem by Soren Valentine
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