Pixzen

Monday, April 30, 2018

The lackluster judgment of the world

is the reason for the way it is

and the strife all around us

The luster of the world

will return when humanity is gone

Carried through the eons

by the winds of time

each of us a moment

in the realm of eternity

You'll be forgotten

once you've passed through,

all things vanish,

it's the nature of things

The past is nothing

but tears left to dry

Soul survivors

move across time

shaping history

as suits their needs

Free the mind to grow

into its own

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