When extinction removes, the cause and effects.
Regret will fade, by time's hand eraced.
No proclamations, from vanquished foes.
Or shivering victim.
A pasture where grazes, the wind uninvolved.
A careless climate, where chance is no more.
No one left, to keep a worthless score.
With out eyes to percive,
What is lost.
The colours of the dammed,
Will shine in our abscence.
Where sterile planes,
Meet sobbing skies.
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