The Idyllic Will Fade

Pray for mercy...
Grieve your riches,

Mourn the Idol that you held
in the palm of your hand...

Ideals fade; they wash away...
Plus, the walls will only weather
so much war,

Hold tight to your visions,
Despite onset woes

Because the scope of this Life
and what's then bathed in its Light

Means so much more than anything  
that we could ever remember. 

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