I came before my ancestors
And I will be here far after
My progeny scatters into sand
I am a product of all of my experiences to this point
And I am the soul poised for many more
I am the saint and the sinner
The sacred and the profane
The seer and the sight
There is still a long line before me
And my presence will mark towards immortality.
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beautiful
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