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After Ten Thousand Years, what will remain; after the seas and sands have reclaimed L.A.? When the continents don't look the same; shuffled around like dominoes, as God prepares to play another game. Will the stars our audience stay, though we prioritise these silent spectators above our planetary play? Then there shall come a day, when no taught tongue these words can say; lest as maxims to complement aristocratic displays. When this poem's rhythm and reason, no researcher can attain. The Gate Wall has been long erode, rendered flat and smooth; a mat laid out upon the floor. Our precious salads' descendants, both physique and favour now wholly unknown; after Ten Thousand Years Nature's nurture will be shown. After Ten Thousand Years, humanity will remain, and with their mortal expressions; the savagery of ten eons, nay eternity, shall be tamed.
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Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 11:01 PM UTC
Ten Thousand Years.
After Ten Thousand Years, what will remain; after the seas and sands have reclaimed L.A.? When the continents don't look the same; shuffled around like dominoes, as God prepares to play another game. Will the stars our audience stay, though we prioritise these silent spectators above our planetary play? Then there shall come a day, when no taught tongue these words can say; lest as maxims to complement aristocratic displays. When this poem's rhythm and reason, no researcher can attain. The Gate Wall has been long erode, rendered flat and smooth; a mat laid out upon the floor. Our precious salads' descendants, both physique and favour now wholly unknown; after Ten Thousand Years Nature's nurture will be shown. After Ten Thousand Years, humanity will remain, and with their mortal expressions; the savagery of ten eons, nay eternity, shall be tamed.
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Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 11:01 PM UTC
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