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Erosion of spirit, erosion of life, taking what’s large reducing it quite.
Forces of nature that make us all small, time and the elements make great things fall.
Naught is forever, all good things must end, muscle and mind the long years do rend.
Matter created, matter destroyed, is just an illusion so we are implored.
Here for an instance then we are all gone, what legacy’s left, beyond wine and song?
Names through the ages that altered their times, despotic villains, great poets with rhymes.
All house of mirrors, in zero sum game, end as worm food and nothing gets changed.
But struggle we must to rise from the muck, each sometimes feeling life’s not worth a ____.