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What is this fragile perception of existence that we call our world

Imposing constructs of time and rationality

What do we know of the machinations of the heavens

What can we pretend to understand of the stars?

Constant flow of time and reality in which we are but grains of sand shaped by experience altering all perception

Perhaps the world has already been destroyed over and over again

The afterlife will remain to us an unknown mystery

The euphemistic creations of our unconscious minds

Warp and twist the apocalypse that has passed us by beyond

Bow to the unknown that shapes our lives

Bow to the architect building the palace of time

The infinite questions of our universe

An answer to only one crests a thousand more

Constant flow of the river of time and reality

In which we are but feeble grains of sand

Shaped by experience

Altering all perception

Bow to the unknown that shapes our lives

Bow to the architect building the palace of time

The infinite questions of our universe

An answer to only one crests a thousand more