The space stretches past all measure — searching the order that still left
Novae scream their dying signals — black holes swallow every breath
Matter, deaf, still boils in chaos, feeding on its own decay
One day the space will step aside and let it burn to make new day
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The curse of understanding
The pain of what's to come
His path that cannot be undone
He stands alone against the pull of entropy
Bound by the cross of his destructive empathy
He sees through the futility
Faith leaving him, hopes fall
His fire turned to cold and calm
Mankind grows, devours ground, every root, every shadow drowned
Nature warns through fire and flood, ignored, deaf to warning, blind to blood
Dominate, control, become the throne, but this page will turn to dust and stone
New life will root where empires tomb
He wandered grey through patterns worn, lost in routines until her light was shown
He swore to build, to close the mark between, brick by brick, an architect of being
Some days rising, some days torn, some days the bridge began, reborn
But every stone he laid alone, her side stayed silent, bare, unknown
He built until the hope ran dry, accepted silence as reply
To keep the last of himself alive, he left the bridge unfinished, on one side
The curse of understanding
The pain of what's to come
His path that cannot be undone
He stands alone against the pull of entropy
Bound by the cross of his destructive empathy
He sees through the futility
Faith leaving him, hopes fall
His fire turned to cold and calm
Bound by the cross of his destructive empathy
Bound by the cross of his destructive empathy
Destructive empathy