I saw the inevitable;
A generation destroyed
And I mourned the constellation
I cannot help but look down
At the immoral
And think
Are you not upset?
So I sit
On the galaxy’s edge
And watch the stars combust
Into the black holes
Of the neon dust
Gently it goes - the necessary, the predictable, the fatal
Jan 28, 2023
Jan 28, 2023 at 1:16 AM UTC
I saw the inevitable;
A generation destroyed
And I mourned the constellation
I cannot help but look down
At the immoral
And think
Are you not upset?
So I sit
On the galaxy’s edge
And watch the stars combust
Into the black holes
Of the neon dust
Gently it goes - the necessary, the predictable, the fatal
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