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In 50 years no one will know your name
No one will remember Laura Wilson or Eleanor Rigby
They might remember lucifer
They might remember the news
An old women might say
'I knew them once
A long time ago
A single moment of euphoria
I remember the day she died, that girl who claimed she was a god'
That old women might live to see the next lot of gods
Maybe
In two years you are dead
And you do not matter
Your time is up and it's time to go
Maybe you'll come back
Maybe you'll come back and you'll die again go though all that heartbreak again
A single click of fingers
And you're dead