<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351101" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Grave You Dig Is Your Own</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tears of our ancestors fall upon our graves, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In which we have placed ourselves by our own decieving hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are to be hung by the gallows, of which we build ourselves, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With jelousy and pride our noose has been woven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The winds of time gone by, and time to come, blow past our funeral’s march, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Attended by those who also attend their own, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Generations to come wait in wonder of our knowledge, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lies and deceit we have written and call truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dreams of dreamers, whose lives have flowed past us, create a parallel reality, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">An impossible event like that of a circle encompassed in another whom touch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the grave we march, an army of ourselves, to an inevitable fate we’ve written.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We join the graves we’ve dug, headstones we’ve set, our own names engraved, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And let the tears of our ancestors’ rain down and water our daisies of dying hope.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By: Bethany J. Maxwell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">December 7,2010<br>©2010</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bethany+Maxwell">Bethany Maxwell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351101" data-title="The Grave You Dig Is Your Own de Bethany Maxwell" data-description="The tears of our ancestors fall upon our graves, In which we have placed ourselves by our own decieving hand. We are to be hung by the gallows, of which we build ourselves, With jelousy and pride our noose has been woven. The winds of time g..."></div> </div> </div>

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