Omega

Omega_Centauri_by_ESO

The clock is ticking,
losing the light of day.
seconds are slipping;
moments wasting away.

Words tasting bland,
sentiments cannot season.
roses dying in our hand;
tomorrow surrendered without reason.

Existence in irony,
our paths we did not choose.
humanity died violently;
there is nothing left to lose.

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