Curse this world of decay and drought (or what's left of it).
I was a bad motherfucker that gave it all he had.
My name won't be printed in textbooks or memoirs.
Commemorations or monuments will not be built in my honor.
Only through the imitation of craft and similar theories shall I exist.
The authorities of the world will white-wash my name of it's existence.
Neither do they (the powers that be) know/or care that my voice is one of many that has (and will) change the forces of modern civilization.
Many blocks have been formed, but almost all of them have been rejected on construction sites.
These blocks can still find their purpose.
Future David's can use these blocks to face future Goliath's.
Burials in shallow or unmarked graves aren't my thing.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust" is one of my favorite mottos.
My only request will be to scatter my ashes in the river facing east towards the nations of understanding.
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