The Fall of a Great Kingdom

October 3, 2007
The moment you are born you’re ripe to die.
There is a virus that sleeps inside your veins,
And day by day it eats you from the inside out.
Rotting your organs,
And leaving an ugly shriveled face to crumble into dust.
But life is a reflection in the mirror,
Looking back at itself for eternity,
It’s a beautiful face that sees to infinity.

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