When the scars of humanity finally fade
Who will tell our story
Who will chant our mistakes at the sky
Who will mourn us
I worry for the last fate
I worry for the forgotten gods
I worry for the buried civilizations
And I ask
Who will worry for us
For we destroyed the very things worth remembering
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The Boy That Never Forgot Their Name
PoetryStep into the life of a mystery in this poetry collection exploring romance, death,pain, and creatures out of this realm. Forget what you have learned of heartbreak and ghosts because when you walk into the forest I promise that you will know the tr...
