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I stared East, directly into eyes of Ouranos The Water Bearer, in her flowing robe, stood Beaming like a new Mother at his Left hand Andromeda, angry and ready to do battle on his right Screaming forth with great fury On a collision course with glory Andromeda wields his fiery sword! We are but particles in this drama. Incapable of defending our existence Attracting and repelling each other As if we are of some great importance. I, you, us, we, them... all of us who are here, have come, or will ever be combined Are but the blink of an eye in this, The Ultimate Drama. Our Stars will dance the dance And read the script as it was taught them. The Tiny Audience already knows how it ends. There really is no, “maybe...” Or, “Well, it depends.”
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Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 7:30 PM UTC
Sometimes, you get what's coming to you...
I stared East, directly into eyes of Ouranos The Water Bearer, in her flowing robe, stood Beaming like a new Mother at his Left hand Andromeda, angry and ready to do battle on his right Screaming forth with great fury On a collision course with glory Andromeda wields his fiery sword! We are but particles in this drama. Incapable of defending our existence Attracting and repelling each other As if we are of some great importance. I, you, us, we, them... all of us who are here, have come, or will ever be combined Are but the blink of an eye in this, The Ultimate Drama. Our Stars will dance the dance And read the script as it was taught them. The Tiny Audience already knows how it ends. There really is no, “maybe...” Or, “Well, it depends.”
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Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 7:30 PM UTC
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