Lament of the Voidseeker
06 Sep 2021M. V. Coehoorn
Unfathomed depths, of space, in time, Will turn to wastes imbued with grime.
Where once was peace, tranquility,
There will be smog and industry.
The pleading cries of life unknown,
Will drown in engine sounds and noise,
Cacophonies of drives, which tear
Rifts in the fabric of what's true.
And though we try to save the stars,
Preserve what's good, and what once shone,
We will then see in our poise,
The issue: mankind does not care,
We're born, we die, we have no clue.
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