Short

I’ll run to the end but it won’t be enough
I hold on to the cup that has become only rust
The liquid within has dried to sand
Now all that’s left is a shaking withered hand

Cry to the moons of a forgotten sky
Watch as the wilderness sees you die
Can you honestly say that you did as you wished?
Or were you simply another spinning dish

Stare to the graves of all the damned
You will join them long before the end
Cause the world keeps spinning no matter what
So don’t let life just turn to nought

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