Ashes will blow

Ashes will blow where I stand today,
And no moon shall wane where I look at.
Like a cold, burn-out piece of coal
All wrapped in darkness,
This earth will revolve;
With all traces of solitude,
Somewhere lost in its gyre.
Neither with the dwindling of sun,
Nor with the drowning of lands,
But with fading madness,
And some broken vows to self
No reason to live,
And no passion to live for,
No sceptics, no madmen, no dreamers,
The world shall end this way.


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