by Toadee

Created on: July 29, 2010

The time has come dig well, dig deep

let earth protect this formless sleep

let history fade, let future creep

don't mourn for me, don't pause to weep.

As my form succumbs to rot

let my slate be wiped, my name forgot

let all my hopes remain as naught

and hopeless dreams erase, abort.

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