How miraculous.
Heaven's exposé.
Why, muttering seems second nature.
Yet laughter comes first.
Baser feelings amidst a longer exposure. Human platitudes like love and unity whither like dried leaves.
Only to be born again when harsh times are past.
The waring graves.
The dead unaware they are dead.
The fighting at a standstill.
The coldness persists.
Space and time decide your fate.
How futile it is.
How futile to think you are alive in the long run of things.
How hopeful we are.
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