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I watch the world fall apart,
I watch it come undone,
I watch it age with eagerness
As I remain the same.
Consumed by guilt,
I wander earth
and wonder,
What will become of it?
Perhaps history will always
replicate itself until the end
of time,
a never ending cycle.
Perhaps I'm the damned observer,
witnessing without fail,
of how it brings ruin to itself,
over and over again.
It's a curse of repetition,
War and death, ravaged
by greed and lust,
the unrelenting need for power.
At the trial of gods,
where my end will take place,
I will ask:
Why did you allow all this?
- acb. (me lol)
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my poems. nd shits?
Poetryi do not edit them, we die like men here. might update them to make them more fancy but that's unlikely.
