..and low it ends, all things we didn’t comprehend, nothing matters in the end.
Decay has it, that we disintegrate and our building blocks, become available again, ready to strive on, without us, to glorious new adventures, written in fresh ink and you don’t have a word in it.
No ones gonna prevent that, not your country, not your god, not your money nor family and friends.
Just try not to be a dick while you’re around, fuckhead..