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The great seas shall be
The antique sun shall in the morning rise
The moon and the stars shall brighten
The nooks of the earth and the skies
Time is but as old as the beginning of creation
As all other things shall so remain but one, me.

I am but not more than a mere grain of clay
At any moments, fated as it should be,
deep down five fathoms I shall lay
Tears if they should be collected can fill the seas to brim
Eloquent the tributes will sound and testament of my goodness
Yet the stars will still shine bright in the night
And when the mourn was over, the termites will bow graceful, thankful for a fat meal delivered

O timid arrogance, how you left me alone
When this brutish laid its cold hands on me
O fortunes, how you betrayed me
When this brutish laid its cold hands on me
But why did you come so late, wisdom?
Long I would have known I am just but a grain
of sand in the grand affairs of the mighty earth

if I wear smiles, the earth will not derail
in its orbit
if my eyes were swollen out of weeping
the lungs of the earth shall not cease to breathe
if even I swim in the dust of gold or piss out diamonds
I am sure not to miss as a sweet meal on the termites’ feast day
I shall later like the rose wither
As yesterday dawn, it stood buoyant and effervescent.

Pen name: Kombat Chris