All good dogs go to heaven,
But some they never return,
Stranded in the cosmic deep,
They churn, burn, and sleep.
They are the sins of man and machine,
Maybe forgotten, but never leaves,
And when the last of our bones,
Turns to ash, there they will sleep,
Be good dogs, in the heavens deep.
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PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
