The time has almost come
and what are you waiting for?
The moon has turned to blood
and the dancers are standing guard.
Lights have reached the stars
and they have donned their masks.
And we sit.
And we sit
admiring the night and
our last chance.
Destruction is beautiful,
sounds and colours
lacking imagination
are just and only themselves
as you and I are only ourselves
and with all else gone
what shall we do
what shall we do
with each other
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