Sunday 24 October 2010

In The End Nothing Will Remain

You are my creation
Shall I examine, ruin or
destroy?

I want to see what you see
Know what pity knows,
deploy?

What brings me here?
Ask the days and night
Wrong / right?

I see decades, flip
through milleniums
in minutes.

We are soloists come to destroy
Truth are the hoaxes of film directors
They have created us
And now we are come as proof of
the end of sight
Knowledge now begins.

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