Until it doesn’t.
The waves still crash,
the heart still beats,
the fire turns ash,
and still it heats.
The sun still rises,
the earth still spins,
The mask disguises,
the human sins.
The day goes on,
and does repeat,
with every dawn,
the night retreats.
The fish still flops,
The blood still flows,
until it stops,
and no one knows.
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