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Jon-Paul Smith Aug 2018
Let us ****** the world together
You and I
While there's still
So much time

Together we could put out the sun,
Spread a blanket on the precipice
And say a quick prayer
For no particular reason at all

Together
We could finally enjoy the silence
That was for so long
Denied us all
While the cities slowly crumble

Together
We could write love poems in the dark
for this dying earth
One last toast to the dregs
For oblivion
Before the stars go out
And our eyes close forever
As if to say
We were our own lights anyway

Yeah
We could ****** the world together
And give birth
To a universe of our own making
Before the stars finally go out
One last time
Like drawing circles in the sea's sand
Or growling in the shadows
At tossed meat
And random phrases
Or one last beer
For the meaningless excellence
Of it all

Yeah
We could do all of that
Anyway
While the cities slowly burn out
And the sea's stars crumble
Before the world that would be murdered
Murders itself
Anyway
While we make the only toast
That ever mattered
Anyway
We, our own lights, anyway
As if to say
That birth and death were the same thing
Anyway

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