Red Shift...
That pail red light that burns my seems.
A crimson pail fading pyre,
the day my funeral was delayed...
I fought my way back through billion stars,
In a pointless trip in your recede...
...And I'll breed in the edge of your source
I'll breed on...
Red Shift.
Heart's recede,
Red Shift...
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