Those creating the thing that ends all things own whatever their creation brings
Rings a bell with an everlasting ring
Widespread sirens, will they see it before they scream, will they ever even know
Time repeats itself like some reoccurring dream
And the closer people get to actual ability to correct anything...well...
it's like me going downstairs to...
What...was I down there to do
So, I go back up to find evidence of the "why"
Bell rings, evidence is there
No need to recreate any regrettable past
Time can mirror itself
But it seems that the people close to actually being able to correct anything forget why they went downstairs
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In Review
Não FicçãoWhat is "Life In Review"? Saga, song, sonnet, story, satire, summary, sorry situations, silly sort of stupid stuff, sense and non, poems, prose, anecdotes and dozy doats, and a possible personal blow or two. This book is a collection of writings, op...
