When all the caves
in all the world
have been searched
and places both high and low
have been uncovered
When all the battles have been fought
and the swords are dull
from too much blood
When Life and Death
are just modes of thought
and the differences between
a walking breathing man
and a stiff in the ground
are matters of philosophy
When the crowns on our heads
are too heavy
for us to carry
and the footsteps of our paranoia
feel like hot breath
on our neck
When you are alone
and I am there
with advantage
finally
I will leave you alone
When all these things have come to pass
and the things we have done
will be shouted from all the
mountain tops
The harp will not be enough
for no sweet music can cure
a wicked, sickly soul
When you are old
and gray
and you turn to look over your shoulder
and see no one
You will either crawl back
groveling and repentant
or die
When the voices of those who have gone before
are haunting you
and restful sleep is as surreal as a dream
Will you regret what happened today?
The day you let love die
like a dog on the side of the road
broken and gullet ripped open
bleeding into the gutter
ignored and pitied
while flies and maggots
eat their fill
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