crown of Shadows
......................................So, if Death is listening... If the Reaper is taking notes... Do not take me late. Take me while I’m still a memory they can hold. Take me early! Do not let me live long enough To watch a generation rise with no phantom limb of history With no memory of why it stands, And no one No one Left to tell it... How. Not. To. Fall.
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