Life is the greatest killer of all.
Cancer. Sickness. ******.
Wellness to illness, function to dysfunction:
Two sides of the same coin toss.

The greatest civil rebellion lasted
122 years, give or take, yet
In all the struggle few realize that the true oppressor
Is always enslaved to a certain animal within.

Our ancestors die, our rivals die, our sisters die,
We've been choosing death all along.
Look at our blood: from tree to house to ash
And mammal to mammal to dirt to memory.

All things before the sun, that great heap of ******,
Will have the color drained from them.

The great white is an event
Of the great blackness. And when it explodes . . .

And there's a lesson to be told here,
Call it 1.1.
There is a lucky infinity
Of the few who, unlike us, life
Didn't take them, and there is a growing infinity
Of us the many who death will take. I fear
That there will be a great war
To ruin the eternities that dot the night skies,
The Olympians. I fear a great war
Where infinite darkness both ways
Will finally collapse -
And us in the middle, the living,
This star chained away
By space and time and
The magnificence of its light,
Breathing away every last drop -
Will fail,
And the ******* bang will stretch out in both ways
As a final ******* to existence.
And that'll be the end of it.