When the moons die,
and when the stars rain upon
the skies of this endless universe,
I simply won't be alive
much less remembered ,
lost in oblivion,
lost in literature,
lost among the statues
of the lords that will then
rule this universe,
I will be like everyone else
Never remembered to be forgotten.
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Perception.
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