All eyes are synchronous.
No last fight before the last call.
Resign to it...
When all my instincts have gone;
No light. No burden. No Ending.
Would you carry anyone my dear?
Is this your life?
Will you march on without me?
And in the aftermath,
by these long strokes we'll settle this.
Comforted, just as you curse to prove,
fighting on before their eyes.
They never do.
By the worst of old lies,
where the urgency became the focus now.
To descend from your life,
lost in the fade, I'll forget what could've been.
In a world full of wrong,
and in quickness you're afraid it's over now.
Still it's all because,
in the silvered air, ruptured to breath away from you.
I haven't said enough
(save goodbyes)
to know the way
through blue-gray skies.
I can almost see the day
(lit in stars)
after the light fades.
And in the aftermath,
by these long strokes we'll settle this.
Comforted, just as you curse to prove,
fighting on before their eyes.
They never do.
By the worst of old lies,
where the urgency became the focus now.
To descend from your life
lost in the fade, I'll forget what could've been.
In a world full of wrong,
and in quickness you're afraid it's over now.
Still it's all because,
in the silvered air, ruptured to breath away from you.
Going quickly to terms of this open air stalled.
To be leaving hell straight down in silence after all.
The emotionless weight of this effortless flow
where the future comes ascendent. Where the deepest go.
(But if we fail, then the whole world, including all that we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science.)

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