The dreams only ever live for a fraction of a fraction.
Splintered time that never tends to lend you any traction.
A thousand years, a wisp of tea, the smell of burning wire.
Wake up now and kill us all, ensure the city's pyre.
Breathless gasps between the wails wont put it back together.
The muffled sighs in endless mime wont make it any better.
Press the button, see how it ends, please! just one more rhyme!
We loop until it's analyzed, we gilde it all, in time.
Whats left of all your energy? Just one final rewind.
We loop until it's analyzed, we gilde it all, in time.
Press the button. We know its end! Sing the sealing rhyme!
Learn how to breathe, go back to sleep, you broke the chrono-drive.
Momentum builds, your stomach pits, the curve forever bends.
It will all be over soon, colossal in our end.
Exponential, you stretch it out, but no answer ever comes.
Infinity has many faces. Yet before you, only one.
The bubble stretches ever outward,
it crushes as it climbs.
It converts matter into energy,
and inverts numbers prime.
No one ever saw it coming,
none of course but you.
Doomed us all to nothingness.
A universe, entombed.
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Author:
Quemis (
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Comments3
I especially love the first part about the city's pyre. Very inventive message! Thanks for this one very much.
The timeline is closed. Please run bigbang.exe to continue.
XD
Thanks!!
You are an excellent poet as well as whitty!
WOW amazingly Awesome
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Welcome
I remember when systems were to enter the year 2000 computers all over the world would crash and bring down electric grids, trains, banks, etc. was to be the end of the world. Nicely done.
Thanks! : )
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