Who are We? To each, unknown.

Desiccated.

Bleakness.

Bone.

Epoch’s wastrels, died alone.

Antiquated.

Feckless.

Thrown.

Garbage heap, the Shards are strewn.

Replicated.

Soulless.

Stone.

Who are We? To each, unknown.

Re-Created.

Pointless.

Groan.

Please! Epoch, leave us alone.


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