The life force of all things never ceased to exist, When your day of judgment comes, Will you hide in the mist? There is no returning to things you have done, When faced with your worst fear, Do you run, run, run? And when you die, How will you be remembered? Like disease of the mind, Or something far grander; Take heed stranger, To remember all these things, So you will die on angels' wings.
Road to Greatness by joeofwales
Poetry » General Rated: K, English, Words: 78, Published: 9/4/2002
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