Back and forth the body rocks
Fire breathes through the veins
As eyes stare out at the embers
Watching the world burn around
The gentle thumping becomes silence
A last look as dusk covers it all
Before the blackness comes to the eyes
Belief is suspended and the end comes
But it is merely a lost notion
An grandiose idea
That some day it all will be gone
One will have become something
Yet all that waits is the endless recurrence of time
To rise from the ashes
And begin again
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