past present and future century.
Children of the Time itself,
a history book left on a shelf.
Is this what death requires?
Prisoners, a mummy in a sarcophagus,
until we are nothing more than dust.
and left only with grief.
Soon we will be one with the universe,
it's just Time's curse.
suffer from the past, to long for the future, but to forget the present.
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