For the Ages
The peace of a sweet surrender,
Beneath a blissful caress that pulls you six feet under.
Dying amber memories
Floating past you in the stream of time.
Your heart’s embers aglow,
A dim mystery as it takes you into the rabbit hole.
History in the making,
This destruction is a beauty for the ages.
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