One of these days
all our heroes will die
We’ll all be left alone
without hope of survival
It’s a magical thing this death
How it’s an inevitability
Like the nihilist in me sheds no tears
but the human side cries
I hate to think that someday
everyone who will ever
carry on my name
will turn to dust and fade away
Everyone who knew me
or knew of me
or heard of me through the grapevine
will lose their sense of meaning
when the last one of us goes
Ever Adolph Hitler
or Mahatma Ghandi will be forgotten
some day
Just another page in the history books
to be turned over
as its timeless echo dissipates
and a new sound forms
These kinds of things keep me human
for it gives me hope that
all things die
time goes on forever
and forever new things will live
as our names are branded
in history’s graveyard
to be forgotten forever throughout the ages
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