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La Seconda Morte

January 31, 2013
By VictoriaSchulte SILVER, Florissant, Missouri
VictoriaSchulte SILVER, Florissant, Missouri
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It is said you die twice,
Once when your time has passed,
Second when your name is spoken last,
I can only wish my name is rung out,
Like towering church bells,
When my time comes,
I want it to come shaking into my cold dead cells,
I wish to live past time,
Not in spirit, but in mind.
I wish my thoughts to be infinite,
Ringing out like a bittersweet symphony,
I wish to evoke emotion,
To know my labors were worth the notion,
I only ask to touch just one,
Then I know my race has been worth the run,
I inspire to inspire,
Make a spark with nothing but wire,
I wish to be the one in stories,
Live for live and not for glory,
I hope to live on, past my days,
Get more out of life than it pays.


The author's comments:
I got obseesed with the thought of what happens to your memory after you pass away and I could not get this wonder out of my head of who would be the last person to ever speak about me before my memory is forgotten.I think the first death is tragic to others, while the second death is more tragic to you.

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