I look upon the world like a flickering candle, burned down to a stub.
I'm tired. Oh, so I am tired.
But I am wise, and the world is unknowing.
Unknowing of the fate it will face, at my hand.
When this world sleeps, I will reach out with by burning arms.
Embrace it, burning, until nothing may yet survive.
And with that I will lie down.
My death will not go unnoticed.
The stars will mourn for my long life.
But I still lie down, and close my burning eyes.
My heart stops, and all is blinded with my brilliance of light.
Exploding outward, and then collapsing inward.
All light is gone, pulled in on itself by my remains.
A black twisting crackling tear in the universe.
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