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An Element of Rust

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An element of rust remains
Upon the earth and what it contains.
No matter what rain may come
Still there’s rust when the day is done.
Iron towers crumble, boulders fade before the wind.
A question of death and the wages of sin.
Why should you wonder? Put it from your mind.
Rust to soil, then back to human kind.
Imperfect decay, gives birth to perfect form: us.
In all this there’s at least one word to trust,
Life is life, and death is death,
And from both we must make the best.

Banish Ignorance

A calling unto deep dreams, musings.
A thought in the past consuming.
No profit gained but still they search for this.
Unforseen consequence transpires.
Everyone here who has conspired
Loses what little left they had of ignorant bliss.
Yet bliss they never meant to hold,
Ignorance they meant to banish so,
Cast aside was their selfish bliss and painful knowledge ensued.
To prepare for the future and learn from the past.
Where others seeks what rust, we what lasts,
With what moths cannot eat nor thieves steal, we’re imbrued.

The Impermanence of Being

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There are those so foolish as to cling to rust,
The impermanence of being, and the certainty of dust.
A bright light now fading, still dimmer, now dead.
“Is there no hope for the living before their end?” it was said.
Our dreams fade like so many days at twilight,
So too our bodies before long can’t fight,
And then we fall, before time, weakened prey.
Our only hope is peace after the frey.
Where guaranteed is our residence in eternity.
Though how we enter it is on us entirely.