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A man feels like he will never be remembered as he has hurt many.


Img_0043by Guillermo Garza07 Jul 2014

Decades and years it took

A pile of cash I gathered

From the lives that I once shook

To the despair that I had fathered.

My final goal was to be powerful

My final goal was to be electric

As a skyscraper now I rise

To the insignificants who were skeptic.

The sun is always shining in my face

The gold and diamonds are near

But I am aware its just a phase

As my sudden death is near.

As a crumbled building falls

The ashes are cleared out

For the fool that will replace my place

to me no-one will recall.

The world will spin and fold

My name will be dead and old.