The Furture

.                            On a cold March night
                             From the frozen stone that's earth
                             I stared at the distant stars
                             As the cold and mortal wind 
                             Flowed though my veins instead of blood
                             A tingling rose up my spin, and in my head.
                             And I asked the universe, " Where do we go from here."
                             And the universe explained, " I am not evil or good.
                             But with me you will always remain 
                             Rambling bone or living ash,
                             Consciousness will be your future 
                             As it was your past. "

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