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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413182" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My worst nightmare</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My worst nightmare I dread and fear<br>To be buried beneath a street far from my dears<br>I will be long dead and my heart full of dust<br>The place, the dwell of my wherever lost lust<br>The wheels and hooves of machines and beasts rolling over my head<br>My bones will be shaken with pain and dread<br>This is how it will be <br>If no one is going to take a heed of me<br>If into a shallow grave my tattered skeleton is thrust<br>Imagine only inches beneath a heavy traffic street bust<br>The gallop of horses and the trot of goats and cows<br>Will keep their relentless beat with a chorus of crows<br>Beat into my scalp and my brain<br>Like never an end to the stream of rushing ants under rain<br>Heedless of poor me carrying, traveling, hurrying, leaving<br>In my life I shun away from front busy street living</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When the wretched age catch up with my bones<br>Not a bell will be rang, not a pray or eulogy will be read<br>It is that which makes us noble in the world of the dead<br>Just like this lowering me down to my eternal tomb bed? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, my spirit where does it wander where does it pass <br>My soul where does it dwell in heaven or in hell<br>In the face of immortality and ancient laws unveil<br>Deep sleep, eternal doom comes to every sinew and lust</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more pleasant summer night dreams, no more morning first shine<br>But this eternal entity; all formless kingdom divine<br>Along my bones the creeping tattered flesh will quake<br>And my all damped besmeared hair stiffened with dust and thus it spake</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you find God there in this colossus universe of ultimate justice pure<br>Or you be-left to deem and contemplate in land of spiritual desolation insecure<br>Among creatures of grave clay; the vain dwellers of tomb dust<br>A moth out survive you; a mold digs and borrows under your gravel rust</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Things of normal routine day you never see nor attend the dusk of night<br>Heedless, stale and blind to wisdom and light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">    Copy rights 2010<br>    All rights reserved</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Ziv">Isaac Ziv</a><div class=q>
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To be buried beneath a street far from my dears
I will be long dead and my heart full of dust
The place, the dwell of my wherever lost lust
The wheels and hooves of machines and beasts rolling over my head
My bo..."></div>
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