One day we will all die, of this much we are sure. What happens after is the mystery…When we cease, some people say there will be sadness. Others, a state of unimaginable grace. Will there be fire or will there be frost? Will all we’ve achieved be lost? A noose eternal, longing for a neck? An unending silent emptiness? Some people say there will be sadness. Others, a state of unimaginable grace. I’m sure there will be unending nothingness, but I hold out hope, just in case we meet again in a Basilica of Black Stars, beholding the entire Universe. Staring down at the world we tried to save. Forgetting we were part of that same failed human race.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
