We'll Carry On

A poem. The title says it all

Though time and space will bend,
we will never end.
And though what we see and hear is fake,
we will never break.

With armageddon upon,
we will carry on.
And while we suffer from miseries,
we will always have our memories.

While our bodies rotten,
we will never be forgotten.
And while they may not be alive,
we will always survive.

Where other things didn't,
we will leave our footprint.
And no detail will be unheard,
we will be remembered.