Gothic Text files Built to Last


Its a strange thing
A strange feeling
To taste
Your own mortality
Face to face
With all the weakness
The illusion of strength

I feel the drum
That keeps my time
How timid its song
How fleet its verse
I see how frail
This mortal coil
Try not to dispair

To dwell on the macabre
Or deny the truth
Is to live in the grave
Or a hollow cloud
Somehow we'll find
A way to swallow this fear
We're built to survive--

But not to last.

From: (Orren Merton)
Newsgroups: alt.gothic
Subject: Built to Last (words)
Date: 6 Oct 1994 05:28:26 GMT

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