The Cycles

 

The Cycles

 

The Cycles, they roll out,

the Cycles go to dust…

Gone is the past, to nothing,

to nothing went the past.

 

The Cycles, they drown down,

tsunamis wash them slight.

The Timelines sink in waters,

all is lose, lose no tight.

 

The Cycles die an Era,

the Dark Age is now done.

To ashes, all to ashes

all dark and darkness gone…

 

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