Fading Drums

A moment comes
Every once in a while
When you can see the whole world falling to pieces
It does not matter because no one will ‘win’ anything
All will be peace or dust
For all people
Just stand and wait for it to come
The winds that blow it to us will still blow
Sometimes it is not what is inevitable
But how you die in that inevitability
One day the drums of war will fade
Like a memory of mythic proportions
A new ‘Golden Age’ will come
From those left to see it
And they will speak of us now
The way we now speak of the Rome of Old
The names of 100000’s will be remembered not by men
But will be written on the heart of God
No matter the future
Smile like the amazing ones you all are
One day may we meet in a place
Where no shadow falls

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