Everything and everyone around us is slowly decaying.
The world is a volatile place, and what is beautiful now
may be destroyed tomorrow.
I see the same beauty on your face,
but that radiance won't always be staying.
I feel such helpless sorrow
to know that everything is so flimsy and frail,
the woven concrete on which we stand is fraying
and when the stitching has been completely undone,
when Hell is unleashed upon the surface
we will be walking upon the Sun
and we will all fail.
No love, no song, no grief can save us.
We are all of us alone,
united only in our ill fate.
These stitches cannot be resewn,
it is too late.
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