The world will fall, crumple, and crash,
Until all you can see before you are embers of
ash
After all other sounds cease, the crackling
flames will be a relief
As opposed to the cries of everyone you've
ever known, and the reassurance that they are
all put to rest
Will be your only available belief
And it's probably for the best...
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 3:00 AM UTC
The world will fall, crumple, and crash,
Until all you can see before you are embers of
ash
After all other sounds cease, the crackling
flames will be a relief
As opposed to the cries of everyone you've
ever known, and the reassurance that they are
all put to rest
Will be your only available belief
And it's probably for the best...
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