Life is but an unfolding of events.
A second by second stripping away of time
as we embark on our willfully thought out journey
which culminates in an epitome of memory.
Inch by inch,
it would seem appropriate
that we, ourselves, be the protagonist
in the realm of our
own existence.
Such that when our stories are told,
in the peak moments before
the call,
the voices that echo our stories
may reveal to every hearing ear within range
that,
truly, every man
is presented an
opportunity
to strive to glory or fold in shame.
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