In Deep Dark Matters
this precisest of existence
that's the darkness of space
secured and cold in this deep
and old expanse
we continue those warning
if not for God
could not continue on
and fell so far behind
looking for weapons
and not technology
in their shortest
emonure
they fell so far
behind they
were thankfully
pages torn
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