the dictator
2026-08-28
we don't know why,
movements of the stars result us to do what we do
it's a futile attempt to, try to figure,
if it's done, what's forgotten will be erased,
and humanity, will be cursed.
the path to stars, lies through the stars,
starting point's also the stars,
if known, why we row, some will disband,
is it in a star's nature to rebel?
only when you defend, against those that try to make you forget,
where you come from, isn't a debt,
if we known our history, would we know our future?
there is nothing to know, nothing to predict,
what you require is pre-dictated,
what requires it is pre-formed,
why you require it is because it's pre-owned.
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