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Saturday, January 28, 2012

Pointless poetry

In time, we might come to understand. But the walk there is before us, long ahead.
Generations have  tried and civilizations has fallen, and still nothing but dust is revealed.
I'll take one step further and you two steppes back and then we switch our places.
And the result remains the same. Emperors may rule but no soul last forever.
And so the door remains hidden. And even if we where to find it, it would probably still be hidden by the cloaks of time. The pointless searching will for sure always keep our blood boiling and however it's a good thing or not remains to be told. No man deserves to be god, but that's the direction we're heading.

But to be honest, what point will, that give immortality.