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Oct 2014
Adding layers to the layers of the Earth,
civilization atop civilization.

We look to the past
but if we're at the end of history who the hell needs the past?

Or, are we just another layer
that just won't even last.

Maybe i hope we're all buried.
Lost for a time.
Entombed with all the things
that i call mine

Maybe next time will be different.
Maybe the bad will all change
but i'm guessing, yeah I bet, it'll be just more of the same.

Where's my characteristic optimism?
well it's kinda there i guess.
Maybe humanity will get a well deserved rest.
Written by
Jack Gladstone  here and there
(here and there)   
626
   ---, Born and Rose
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