nov. 4

Somewhere in the milky way,

your milky eyes search for mine;

scavenging the infernal darkness

to one day hold me like you once did.

But I’ve expired,

and my energy has newly exerted

the creation of a universe.

Follow me through the dust

toward a superior unknown,

where the songs aren’t ones of war

and your expiration date holds no use.

where every lock has its key

and destruction is natural.

November fourth will be our last day,

time holds not a value anymore.

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