Follow the Line to the Last

Follow the line to the last,

This life is all you have to hold.

There is no time left to think of the past.

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Upon the path your forebearers have cast

March relentlessly over their bones - their gardens of marigolds;

Follow the line to the last.

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Trample the dreams and nightmares you will outlast;

Something awaits you at the end, steeped in gold.

There is no time left to think of the past.

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Don't falter - all wounds bleed in the blast,

That endless trail we must blaze with no handhold.

Follow the line to the last.

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Your footprints upon this journey will leave a caste,

Outweighing the cost of this life for those who come ten-fold -

There is no time left to think of the past.

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And you, my child, must be like the rest,

Heeding those who came before with chain and blindfold.

Follow the line to the last,

There is no time left to think of the past.