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It dies and will not live again

What was there before will not mourn

It's all that's gone

It's been here through all

As above, so below

Around, enfold

It's all that's gone

It's been here through all

As above, so below

Around, enfold

An assumed sense of purpose, in chaos

A purpose invented, arrogance in our inception

Creation, destruction, absolution

Imbalanced equations paved

The way for our existence

There was nothing in the sky

There was nothing here before

Nothing will be here when we're gone

An emptiness complete

A heaven filled with swirling gas

A heaven devoid of final truth

A heaven that does not welcome us

A heaven forged in chaos

(One of the many mistakes that we make is that we give purpose

To our observations, we assume that what we can see

Is here for our benefit, and for our consumption

Mixed with the constant belief that "the end is near"

This has led to rampant over population and a disregard

For those who will be here beyond our lifespan

A span of time that is neither recoverable nor repeatable

Either through a belief in the afterlife or reincarnation

The universe is indifferent to our existence

It does not have a plan of creation because it's movements

Are dictated by gravity and time, rest assured there is no

Such thing as "God", and there is no reason for existence

Other than the one you've created for yourself)

The light in the blackness is hurled out from a star

Your island in the madness will break down

Time and space combine, perception gone in time

No more reason, no more logic

All is gravity and all is time

A silence, perfected, a longing, in my bones

Cessation of life, to be gone without a trace

Beyond the human race

But there will not be emptiness

In desolation there's a form

That was never here for us

And will be here when we're gone