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I have no regrets

But my life is plagued with guilt

A deperate attempt to find my roots

I reside restlessly..

In both realms of conscience existence

I find no remorse

Yet the third is not unkept

I shimmer in the underbelly of what foul torture lay

But stare with such a glimmer

So unspeaking of eternal life..

Even the strange aeons can recall

The fall of those who stood before us

That death itself dares not prevail

In such times of desolate innocence

Where only time lost is cherished

Propelling the vast expanse in front of me

Into a tyrannical downfall..

Lying beneath those who died before us

Reminiscing in anticipated nostalgia

And forgoing a mission so preposterous

That even those who remain will feel betrayed