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Yulianna · 26-30, F
Now... and at the Hour of my Death
and cast my shadow on this ground.
Where my shadow falls
I have been here before
I know these rocks, this dust
that withered tree.
I have felt this sun
now
there will I fall
at the hour of my death,
and my blood will stain the sand.
I pass this way often.
That tree
will mark my passing,
these rocks my gravestones,
and my bones a bleached memorial.
Where my shadow falls
now
my blood will spread,
in the minute of my dying
and the hour of my death.
This is the road I use
between
my life and oblivion.
This is the place
my journey's end.
This is the ditch
where
I will fall to a bullet's
impersonal cruelty,
an insignificant casualty.
This is the time
now
and at the hour of my death
time will end and my blood
will wash away this sand.
and cast my shadow on this ground.
Where my shadow falls
I have been here before
I know these rocks, this dust
that withered tree.
I have felt this sun
now
there will I fall
at the hour of my death,
and my blood will stain the sand.
I pass this way often.
That tree
will mark my passing,
these rocks my gravestones,
and my bones a bleached memorial.
Where my shadow falls
now
my blood will spread,
in the minute of my dying
and the hour of my death.
This is the road I use
between
my life and oblivion.
This is the place
my journey's end.
This is the ditch
where
I will fall to a bullet's
impersonal cruelty,
an insignificant casualty.
This is the time
now
and at the hour of my death
time will end and my blood
will wash away this sand.