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It was a journey around the world beyond the daring
I watched from the vantage of a collapsing supernova
The bright moon wanes behind the clouds weeping
Touch the black hole once, and this game, it’s all over.

My bravery and agility gives way to recanted stammering
On Earth I watched them dance promising to not let go
It’s funny what games the conscientious mind likes playing
The vessel is damaged, she laughs, he cries, Oh No!

The system cooled slowly, like a winter’s morning by the seaside
I’m lost in time and stranded in outer space, where are my maps
I love the mistakes we made, even when I found a gun by his bedside
Something for you to remember, as its meaning starts to delapse.

The scales possess and govern us in ways subtler than you think
And to hold a vision of resurrecting this broken palace built for angels
You who must be king, must become subservient beyond the brink
And understand as crocodiles, cockroaches, and worms do.

To Make Heaven, Know Hell!