And that which is gone,
Is gone.
No longer are we concerned
With that which came before -
No precedence.
The end to social maladie,
As everybody died.
All to existence blind.
The Requiem - parenthesised.
And thus; we were made dust
So that this vast orb returns
To a state of reverie,
Without precedent.
So all words will fall
On hollow ears of dust.
Gone.
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