Inscribing our names into each other so we are not forgotten,
Waiting for judgement day to come and fade away again,
Our lives no longer amongst the secrets of the past,
Becoming what we wanted to be at the age of ten.
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'Turning around to find the dead rising from the ashes, The smoke starts to clear and reveals the mess that is your life, Swallowing the pill to kill the infectious disease that was your past, As you are finally being healed from this perpetuous strife'... Powerful lines well versed...the quoted stanza provides beautiful meanigfull allegories...10