[Vanish Entitle]

I hope that when I die, people will remember the good things about me.

Rememerance vital.

Vanish entitle...

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WIll my antics be of sweet glory?

Or will the rot of a jealous sour?

Will my name die more my the ticking hour?

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Look up more.

You can find my spirit in these constellations.

Will you even miss me?

Can then understand;

my soul in a burning translation.

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A scarred filled nightmare of rusting metal.

Wicked memories, like a blood stained kettle.

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You've made my good name gone rotten?

My heart was pure, but don't you remember?

Dreams like a skyscraper, my broken soul soaring off,

but I guess you've forgotten.