Do not care when i die if i will be forgot
If there is no gravestone with my name etched on it to mark my burial spot
So many good people in unmarked graves do lay
And are the forgotten of the World of today
And so many bad people live in human history
In life to so many they caused misery
They were far from good people and the last living breath from them long gone
But they are remembered and their names living on
The power to do good in them was not within
They did not leave the Human World better to live in
Like the weeds of the garden that stifle every flower
So many did lose due to their lust for power
Do not care when i die where my last remains lay
And if i am forgotten does it matter anyway?
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