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Fall of the Golden Age Poem


All slowly only

moving eyes

laid him before some

He everlasting flew,

after he previously opened up.

Could golden minutes fly?

A feeling of an upward surface

overbearing, surrounded, comprehend,


to the creature

Who could watch for senses first

So die for the rest

Death, sun, and there

so long dead.

Devouring time thoroughly.


We were there

There they


Down casted Spears

Walked on

Brothers and Sisters

The two true love

Looked millenium rage

With Creations



an eternity

on rocky terrain

they laid something out a

descending smoke

he took

the time


smiled tightly

And smiled away

From the dust

She stood

She was

That sad

She looked up

And said


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