Wednesday, December 3, 2014

The BlackHole

The point of life, 
Collapses like a star, 
Taking everything with it. 

Taking man, and life, it made...
And swallowing up man's tyranny and man's love. 
 
What will be lost and what will be gained 
Is but a question, 
But here, I long to be reborn, 
A star again. 
And to die, to everything that has been 
In the handed justice of history; an injustice pervasive. 

Wars and love lost, 
As I am swallowed whole. 
Receiving once more, 
The death of everything's breath, 
And perhaps a memory of who we really are. 

For to die here, is a blind-man's death. 

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