The final line

on

The final line is near

Do we have some strength left?

Just the right amount to laugh or to cry

We destroyed or fear… Thoughts are bereft… One more hard try…

The final line is poison and glory

The temple of love and hate to an adversary

I shall evolve to overcome

I shall grow to leave nothing undone

We are the final line… The end

With nothing more to prove

With the inertia from the world we spin… The world we move

With no more things to pretend…

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