legends
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why do legends die its just life
life is not fair i know you
have to face it if yall know
juice wrld passed away
yall haters can say
whatever you want
rip two the sucide people
As time flew and flew
And his home was consumed by mankind's greed
He had no choice but to become them
His appetite altering
His work feeding him
As time flew and flew
And his home was consumed by mankind's greed
He had no choice but to become them
His appetite altering
His work feeding him
Many say mythology is in fact, just a myth.
A false presumption, a made up story.
But, what if these ancient legends are actually predictions of our future?
Legend is his species
Yet he sleeps for not being slayed
Deep below, below earthen dirt
Treaded on years after days
Sound a-sleeping and sound silent,
But vibrations have been felt
It happened all at once
Like a blurry mess of moments
Bubbled into one
Indistinguishable
I couldn’t stop it
Let us dance in revelry,
Chalices to our lips.
Immemorial, the fountain,
From which springs forth the nectar of ages.
The clock frozen,
The weight of the waves relentlessly presses down
Crash after crash, no air left in my lungs
Petrified, no energy to lunge
No other hope but to drown
But even the air of the deep
The only legend I have ever loved is
The story of greed and a grateful sparrow.
A man was honest
His wife was full of greed
He found a sparrow hurt and scared,
Someone died here
Maybe moss grows on their bones
They are forgotten
Blood spilled into the soil
Echoes the only thing that remains
They are long dead
Maybe moss grows on their bones
