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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