Ennui days bleeding into epochs age
Painting experimental eon on every turning page
Each splash of color vying for his own corner
Palette divided with no hue a tearful mourner

Shades that grow, flow, tediously explore
Solely in one direction, negating pages before
Soon this epic will cease her story
Gods hold the guilt and none the glory

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