Rumblings 09.04.2017

Once, there was this beautiful world,
and it started to crumble, piece by piece
it slowly vanished into the vastness of time.
No memory of it existed in the minds of people or lore, only in the
memory of time it existed. This place was dear to time, for
It’s like all the beauty & wonderful things of the universe existed
in that place at that time. Yet forgotten by the lore.
Such is the nature of time. It’s always watches over us, wondering
why are we working so hard at something only to be
destroyed by it. For time could never understand the inner
turmoil of men, he is only an active observer, Never an active
participant.

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