Crashes time, out of place
Facing take off faster
Ditching worlds established
Strain ingrained forever after
Grains of sand forever fall
Disintegrating matter
Ashes dirt to rise and fall
Defended, banded, tattered
In depth, not long
Distance, boredom
In depth, not long
Distance
Course too steep, repeat the blame
Their own desire alters
Patience offers rituals
No witnesses his slaughter
Aching aims defended games
Disasters watch with laughter
Pity slams the rats that gamble
The weathered sleeping master
In depth not long
Distance, boredom
In depth not long
Distance
Which way told, revert, withhold
The next step times another
Whisper lie detuned awry
...It waited
We sleep so sound
Deceived illusion
In depth not long
Distance, boredom
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