Nos es totus par

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Nos es Totus par

In death we lie equal,
separated only by cracking head stones,
but coiled together,
in the light of our twisted souls.

Crushed by enclosing walls,
of life's crumbling palace-
left outside its lofty stones,
to feel oblivion's embrace.

The spectral digits,
fondle a fractured soul,
that holds desperately to titles,
hoping gold can buy just one more second.

But the casket is closing,
and gems can't barter freedom,
from the commitment of mortality...
all remains is what never will again.

Darkness falls,
laying an indiscriminate veil
over they eyes of the poor
and kings alike.

The shadows embed
their claws in pasty skin,
dragging away meager possessions,
casting them into the roil.

The curtain calls to rise,
that all will kneel,
relieved from encumbered servitude,
set free.

Two entities once separated,
can be defined together,
by ashes to ashes,
dust into dust.