Uploaded December 2018 | Updated September 2026, 15 hours ago

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"It's not a task we travel the Earth on,
but it does not leave, it is not foregone.
Some say the life does not die with the name
I say that life is a large open frame.

I will leave my prints on Earth,
before my ashes are spread throughout the sand.
And once I'm ready, I hope the world is steady cause my soul is a boasting brigade.

The stakes were driven into the ground
the day I first entered this life.
The real curse is the chains that we keep ourselves in
Traverse to places that you've never been
And once the nail on the coffin has finally been hit,
Transcendence from this hellhole and into the next..

I will leave my prints on Earth, before my ashes are spread
throughout the sand.
And once I'm ready, I hope the world is steady
cause my soul is a boasting brigade.

I will leave my prints on Earth, before my ashes are spread
throughout the sand.
And once I'm ready, I hope the world is steady
cause my soul is a boasting brigade, and my cross-hair's are the set.

Don't tell me, 'but does it matter'.
Don't tell me, 'it doesn't matter'.
Don't tell me, 'but does it matter'.
Don't tell me, 'it doesn't matter."