Life

When the end

comes and the

world crumbles

into a thousand years

of darkness...

And the embers of

life are

blown out

of the world forever,

but in that place,

a spark may yet

remain to show.

A beating heart

may be all

thats left of us,

of this thing that

we call life,

stronger than

the ties of eternity.

That spark will be

our only sign of life

And the beating heart of life

is love

Love of what

when nothings left

but the wings that carry

all thats left of humanity.

Love of the heartbeat

that lives on forever

and forever...

In the name of what?

-R. Madmen Jones

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