#Philosophistication

Memento mori, the beauty of
falling, find a grave where your
timeless yawning silences and there's
a beautiful morning beyond that
daunting flaw of needing oxygen
to be part of the agony, now slide into the
unknown, the world of the dead
or the most living, this isn't some
form of leaving, it's a form of
reaching that which mystified
most and left hundreds drooling
and weeping on top of sacred floors.
Now take a scone and a cup of your
tears, think of the days of your
scorn, your anxiousness, your broken
state, that emotional taste of
bitter sorrow and stale cooked
samp, it all lacks sense and worth,
we died a second late, we died
in the previous statements, let
us state what is meant by being
slaves of breath and prodigal sons
and daughters of death, unravel
earth, your skin is the divine merch,
where we hide our grotesque physical
beings with no understood breadth,
now break bread with the homeless
man, a cup of tea, drink your misery
and smile at the future fact of
you dying one day, no fears just
acknowledging that we live just
to reach destiny and pass it on
to probable new slaves, those with sentiments
and whatever they are to crave,
for centuries we have delve into
mass graves, from the roots of the
grass we tasted the sunsets and
sunrises that broke the mantle
of...