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Going going , gone

Lost, all is lost

No reversal 

Hurtle towards oblivion 

Fire,, 

Produces dust

Hanging in a final curtain of the play

We are in the last act 

Sterile grains of mankind 

Lying in  stillness and solitude

Blown only by the wind 

Silence , only silence

The cackle of mankind gone

As did go the roar of the dinosaur

Both vaporised 

Leaving only sighs 

Leaving only tears 

With nothing to weep the passing

She will sleep in the darkness 

Exhausted by the folly

Slowly breathing 

Dormant in tragedy 

Paralysed in the hospital bed

While the Beings look on in horror and pity

At the ashes of Eden.

 

31/01/2024. 23:15-23:25

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