The glass will crack in the sand clock,
Time will be gone, everything will turn to nothing.
A shrill scream will break the silence,
Rise will turn to a decline.
Every monolith will crumble to dust.
Death will bring a new life.
The bottom is not top, but it’s also the peak.
Life will lead to a new death.
The decayed leaves of the Lifetree
Will feed worms and finish its term in mud.
Mother will give a birth to a nauseous fetus
So he could continue the rot in hers stead.
Through the fear and pain,
Over ashes and fume,
All will revive
Back to the prime.
The mother earth absolves her sons
Finding the rest among the skulls.
Eternity will freeze like a pile of stones
To sprout with a new grass.
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