Toward the end of the day, they set off
Shrugging off the weight of a night’s painful torment
Maybe it was Noon, or maybe it was midnight somewhere in the world
Lost control of it all many eons ago, now all I know for sure is uncertainty and logic
Just after writing this, I found a critical error,
in the way of longing after years of feeling only stone
Such a disgusting story, they said, then proceeded to repeat it verbatim
When it was all done, he sighed and mumbled,
Hope there was enough love there to make a mark
Opened the letter and took a deep breath before daring to read
Envelope ripped the sun into gashing wounds that moaned with horrible pain
Accordingly, we were all late for the final leg of the daily due
No more evidence to collect, case has been sealed forever
Some like to say the civilized are so damn modern
Strange how it all winds up being for nothing when you count the change
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