We are all stardust.


For stars to be dust they must first


We are all made out of stardust,

the ashes of sinful pride,

the tears of disobedience,

the remains of devotion,

and the promise of temptation.

The next time you fall,

your ashes will build a planet

power a colossal civilization.

Your dust will stain the mouths

Of power hungry legends

And permeate the martyrs.

So, fall.