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Finite is our transit

to the dawn

Yet there are those

who do not witness

And in the end

a central mass

Heaved against

ceaseless apathy

A collation

an orgy of consciousness

A revelation

an opening of totality's trauma

Pissing our souls towards the void

where we all amass as a central whole

As our flesh writhes and burns

to feed the ego of the remaining few

The universe ejaculates us

for we do not belong here

Our vomited final beings

cling to an aspect

we once thought walked these steps

Always seeking to reach infinity

in their frail shells

Never idling behind the curtains

cowering, yet never hidden

Why are we moving onward

for all of this is for -----

Why don't you see into the future

for she is the curse