2,875 : 13 ?When every foundation is turned to chalk
dissolved in an acidic tide
yet all that there is
is what ever was
as long as this world that was
let be abides
Push on again Andromachene
March to the pulse of the machine
Until the sweet release
of heaven’s falling:
When iron extinguished the heart of a star
exploded in silver and gold
gave birth to a scion
ringed ‘round with nine
but only one’s story can now be told
You’ve come so far now
little seed
Push on to march
melee and bleed
Until to earth
like each achene
before you
what
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