Nothing's forever, not even the ephemeral myths of our ghosts and gods
Omnipresent revenants, the dead among us, will die again by all the odds
The starry heavens will fade back to black as the planets wilt and crumble
Higher realms will remain unfound, except in the moot words we mumble
In every empty mirror, there are clues, that life with time is a misdirection
Nothing's the simple sempiternal truth, we might surmise in our reflection
Given to light from dark, we're the passed and present, but we are neither
'til the skies burn dry, we're random moments in time, in a sphere of ether
Seasons will spring, from summer into winter, as we inevitably fail and fall
For with our liege, the interminable ticking clock, we're obediently in thrall
Our nightmares will always prevail, they will be with us until the bitter end
Revealing that nothing's for sure, there's no escape, no stairway to ascend
Everything's temporary, even the gleaming heavens above, abundant stars
Visibly unyielding, yet fatally fading, into the oblivion that's more than ours
Eternity's for the myths of ghosts and gods of our imagination's endeavour
Reasoning will tell us though, that the afterlife's a fallacy; nothing's forever
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