The rain upon this stone
Fill the empty crevices
Of the engravings of the epitaph
The dirt is disturbed
Uprooted earth
Feeding it new life
As my lifeless frame remains
Unsaved
It is deteriorating into that from whence all men came
If it could stay the same
If death was but a fantasy
And immortality was certain
To take down the final curtain
Raise the body from death’s grip
Because souls rise not within the foggy mist
The rain pours down
Like is its sound
As it crashes to the ground
All we once knew is but a mirage in the mist
Along with thoughts we treasure
Thoughts we soon dismiss
Like a spectral realization
The rejuvenation
Of the rain seeping into the earth
Quenching the thirst
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