Memory

If we all were to die today, and come back some other way, What would all those bastards say? 'Welcome back.We've missed you'- NAY! Why is everybody so black and white? What at all happened to those shining knights, Those worshipped men, that rode day and night, Just to fight for our common right. Théy were men- worshipped- looked upon, People noticed when théy were gone, For they were ones, for whom the bell would gong. Don't we all just love our violence? But does this not force a common silence, As people will be so full of compliance, People love what people fear,and people love a compliance to violence. So I ask you again, about that day, About that day you fade away, Shall your body fade into decay, Or shall Ordinary memory, at last stay? Some of them live for years and years, Their praise is passed from ear to ear, Even those who have murdered and dismembered, Those infamous evils, have théírs remembered. So does is matter if we walk with Damien? Or must we talk of those slain for us, But in the end, only one thing's certain, Be sure death's curtain shall be drawn, As is has, since the dawn.