The Going Goeth, It's Gone : An @xpilar & @mariannewest Everyday Freewrite.
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The going goeth and it's gone
The marching as of the wind
Days of no help, men with no hope
The Life that we all know
Silently, with force bending low
Twisting everything in it's path
By life we gets to see them as they go
Blistering noises, sandstorm coiling
Packing the remnants, rummaging the weak
Till it knocks on the black hole.
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So we wait, patiently on our reward
The world we created that was gore
Sweeping everything in it's path away
With the tears, science, illusion and fun
To what remains, not even love
As it passes away, it stunk
We wail as it passes on
Till it knocks the black holes.
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Down the downward rail we move
The world made out of room
Replica of the first electron boom
Loathing some days to come
When all dust will settle
We'll see what lies ahead of this
Blackness of the deep, nothing of nothingness.
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thanks for the great poetry @botefarm