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The fire we stole from the gods has burnt out
Our ashes mingle with the air, chemicals for another species to discover
The horizon crystalizes blue once more as buildings absorb into the earth
Graves erode into plaques of chicken scratch, an encryption of mournful intelligence
The only witnesses of our downfall were the stars and each other
Sometimes you couldn't tell the difference between the two; Other times it was so stark it blinded you
Was it cosmic karma or our own malevolence that we crumbled?
There is no history left to retrace the cause back to, just the intrinsic knowledge we all had of dominoes falling for centuries
The world didn't end with ice or fire or even the whisper of a prayer- it died in silence
Necrosis had set in along our veins slowly but surely, until no amputation could save us
We wasted away in a blank stare of dust and the smell of moss reclaiming our bones
Our nature was passion and heat and reaction, it's no wonder we went up in smoke
Our indentation will round out during the next life cycle
Does time still exist with no one to keep it?
Animals pass on the vague notions of our society to their young, but mythology can't be comprehended by minds that can't hold madness
Perhaps that's why we never discovered more intelligent life- they all found insanity before we found them
Is the universe itself mad, or is it simply a warden for our asylum?
How many populations has it watched rot away in their own minds?
That was the real prison, the projection of reality in our skulls
We got trapped in our own wedges of reality by the limits of flesh
If I still had a corporeal basis, I'd wonder if we were just a part of a cosmic statistic that fell to the predisposition for hatred
But now we're all clutching at the knowledge of what once was with our non-existence
The planet is at a lush peace, full of the crooning of wildlife finally set free
Now, our only mark is the ghost of our voices living within the echo of the wind, a faint breath whispering out:
We were here.