Light ever will come. I'm to old now.
This is where we go when we have to die.
Centuries ago, I tasted blood.
Buried by time and dust.
Many years has pasted since the funeral.
So many years, ages ago.
I must await, feel my bodies stench.
Wanderings out of space.
Wandering out of time.
A world out of light, death at the end.
Only silence can be heard, silence of peoples tears.
No one knows my grave.
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