A beloved warrior
or the king
People went to great lengths to bury him with his treasure ship
And buried a lot of jewelry
Praying that they will last forever
However, in the not too distant future
they are forgotten
completely forgotten
Modern man a thousand years later
another gang
Can't remember them at all
Only rely on science and excavation
to guess who they are
to speculate on their age
They are completely forgotten like dust
together with kings, warriors and even entire eras
Dark Ages
Think of them as dumb-minded savages
until he and his warship were dug up
And those gems
Intricately engraved on it
The savages of the dark ages knew beauty
they trade in currency
he loves it or hates it
live like us
no more or less
The plane roared over us
A thousand years from now we will go to another war
no treasure ship
Treasures without elaborate decorations accompany them
Only rotten pens or notebooks
Decayed fighter jet sunk at the bottom of the river
What will people think of us in a thousand years?
Impossible to really understand us
Maybe we too will be treated as savages in the Dark Ages
stupid
but nothing matters
Because we and the earth are just dust
no eternity and immortality
will be forgotten sooner or later
Maybe it's all just a ridiculous fantasy
everything is not worth
dead husband
dying woman
man going to be a soldier
A child who longs to know the whole universe
cloudy starry sky
war starts again
People's delicate minds are still calculating
Whose pocket does the unearthed treasure fall into?
how boring and empty
In the dust of the world
I'd rather love and hate
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