And I Know

And I know,
of the pain that will come,
when the stars are lost
and none remain.
Because that is the way
of this world.

 

I know of what you’ll see
a hundred years from now.
It hurts me,
but I know.
Knowledge is
a Curse.

 

I know of their power,
their hypnotism,
their control.
I know of their power,
their destruction:
I’ve felt it.

 

Because I know.

The End

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