Many search for pillars,
of faith, the church morals.
They study, seek, research
Keep record in the stores
of their bodies, their souls.
Echoing eternity: the brick, mortar,
cement, marble, quartz. The
stead-fast, weathered elements
to echo beyond time. Beyond life.
Time tells troubled tales of
those that traversed trails
Before us. After us, no one knows.
Nobody searches for the pillars,
of the damned, the forsaken, the
lost. Why search? Souls sacrificed for
nefarious reasons seldom have
worth to the living.
Understanding means little,
Besides lessons leeched on those
Familial ties that carry
Torches for ancestors long
Gone. Removed from the record
of their bodies, their souls.
The damned have no remembrance.
Tortured souls of the same
Pillars that seekers strive to
Find.
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