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Here lies his future grave
A 3D space where there is nothing but air
He waited so many days until they turn into decades
he have seen stars change their trajectory
structures build, went down and got built again
he have seen bubbles turning into ice crystals
murals and glyphs lost and discovered again
He saw species evolve, adjust and mutilate
Genocides broke down and peasants decapitate
He saw pirate fleets and filthy bags of jutes
He saw sewer rats and Frenchmen with boots
Truths turn into myths as they determine destiny
Fates shaped as baits and brought down agony
People enforce people and think it was harmony
He lived for so many days
that he was named -‘The elder god’
He have seen carbon units turn into wax dolls
He saw banners wave in pride and sieged walls
He saw schools of tiny fishes
demolishing chains and mines underwater
He saw People selling balloons
and black and white mimes trying to stutter
He have seen prostitutes feeding decaying children
he have seen calendars end but written again
He saw dead whales turn into feeding grounds of enemies
He saw colliding pulsars in the cosmos
He saw people getting wise then getting clever
He saw Isles shatter while Cthulhu and tumatauenga fights
he saw men forgetting names of festivals
He have seen people love with rising empathy
he have seen people die as they fail to define time
He saw tents of warriors and temples of monks
He saw all of this but acted like he saw none
Maybe someone asked
How long will you keep living?
Hasnt it been enough miseries and salvations?
He replied - maybe. And he whispered
- let tomorrow be excellent. Because He is we.
