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Nov 26
He looks upon his beloved creation
invariable, inevitable self-destruction
a cycle of vainness and nihility.

He makes no mistakes,
no shots missed when
none are taken.

and on the eighth day,
He sighs...

Breathing life into a world
that cedes purely to death.
Written by
Isaac  M/an impossible future
(M/an impossible future)   
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