The Seamstress’s Message

A time will come

When the sun will be devoured

When the chains of war will break loose

When the only laughter left will be in the past

And screams and wails will form a melody

When the planets will curse their stars

When the gods will reject their thrones

When the traveler will wish he had stayed at home

When time will come to a stop

And the only beautiful thing left will be the moon.

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