Are we not all mortal?

Doth not the waves of time eventually wash away the works of man

Does the mountain not crumble to the fist of god and it be cast into the sea

As shall be the life of man

Does not the flower of the field wither with the passing of seasons,

It’s beauty only present for an instant

But does not the lord bow to the mortal in his time of need

Does he not raise mountains so they shall be made a mockery of

So should not I dream of the status of god

For gods eternal and man mortal all must face the judgment of time

May we not be lustful for the things of this world

For are we not just sand upon a beach tossed and turned in the wake

May man and god alike one day be laid to rest

For is not God mortal

Is not the stone feeble

Do not the Goliaths fall to the Davids

For one day the gods themselves shall fall to the earth and the mountains crumble to dust

Let not even a stone stand marking your presence on the path eternal

Let mountains be made into the gravel of this road

Let the world be ground to the path of eternity

But let not the words of the poet die

For they behold the ever lasting