The Sand

From the beginning to the end, i will still survive,

i nursed the first orphan, the human species that ever alive,

ignoring my presence, is more than ignoring your own existence,

flesh made of mine's substance, to me, you owe your own corpulence,

i am, still was the only one, who ever heard the first Homo habilis steps,

the one, who ever measured how far was deep the prophets's sacrifices depth,

to me, you shall return,

with no sense of comprehension,

no trance of a worth tribulation,

every soul tasting life, shall taste death,

every jab of a knife, is a person left,

and every person left, is a punch of a cut breath.