the dark ship arouses
with the glimpse of death
made from the fingernail of those who dare
from their grasp be spared
one will certainly conceive
that there is no way to flee
whatever your destiny may be...
everything dies
leaving others behind
to a new path arrive
Long ways ahead lay
an eternity perhaps fades...
few will reach the bay
where one will weigh
that earth;
was only a blur.
or should I go back
for another day
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