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I saw The shadows feed I fall Finally cut too deep I call Out can't you see? I'm flawed So from the heart I bleed I'm lost Give up I'm finally beat They killed
Before I was, I had to come To the forefront of death, of life. And without any doubt of the from; I now exist amidst the strife. Without knowledge known to me yet, No pressures found or even cared
I feel it like the war drums of the natives
Universal infinite, as strung upon the stars Collapsing voids, swirling masses of rock and gas, slowly losing solid grasp Drifting into worlds where the unknown dominates a presence of oxygen
I feel the pressure of the walls of this box pushing from each side, increasing, squeezing, and as it gets tighter in here, the pressure builds builds into an atmosphere chaotic enough for lightning
The world stops to the sound of humanity. I turn around only to fall to my knees. The drowning beauty of the death of a dying light is too compelling to ignor.