The Remains

The Remains

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You got a ghost in you, boy—shake it out.

Spirits lifted into the stars.

Come rattle your cage around the fire.

These bones, they burn hot.

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Everyone has their ghost, it’s like a father.

How else do we know to fear death?

Stomp in those shoes like they ain’t yours—they’re not.

You live on a pile of skulls.

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There’s a man that sits on a skeleton throne.

Look up, kid. See where I’m pointing?

That man lives on a mountain, above us all.

There are armies under his feet.

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His soul was handed down to him; old, tired—

Reminder of fire and blood—

But ours were, too, and again to our sons.

They will dance here, just like we do.

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