The opening of coppice gate,
we're mistfull shadows,
play.
The darkness that
reigns,
with no life,
is like a,
human who is a,
stray.

The million veins,
attached to a,
single brain,
The knowledge,
with silent creeps
stronger than,
a paranormal sovereign.

With the growth,
of evolution.
With the scientific grief.
The moment when all die,
There is no
ray of life,
but the death will SLEEP.

The end of humanity,
is clueless.
But when it will come,
accept it,
since it is how,
life trains to drain,
all humans like a prey,
with no life ray..

by- ALEX








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