Job 18:17-21

on the tombstone written thusly
one who marked his journey well
"in my time I trusted nothing
what lies beneath is now a shell"

desperation, seperation
searching, seeking, never found
foment torment, tattered doormat
broken pieces heaped in mounds

remove the memory of the wicked
perish it from lips and mind
no one speaks the names forgotten
whose enemy was god divine

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