Who knows what happened?
There is nothing left to see,
Like open wide, your own language.
Like open wide, this semblance of things.
See, you might believe, Perhaps a change?
Scenery or people? Bones of a memory,
Stripped bare by the unrivaled force of scrutiny
Vicarial force, unyielding force.
Final stands mean nothing in the span of time
No?
It needs to be this way...
To forget, not remember the world
which is rife with past error.
As one thing is created,
another must be destroyed.
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