What mattered once,
Doesn't now.
It wouldn't let go.
It would squeeze and squeeze,
Harder and harder until
Only a broken dream was left.
It would keep going,
On and on, over and over again.
It would repeat a never-ending story.
It would never change.
It would never be something
Other than what It is.
It would go on and on,
Over and over,
Throughout eternity.
Even into the era of Its fall.
What It changes:
What It should change:
It would continue,
On and on, over and over
In and throughout the future
Of eternity.

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