Heat death

The world is death, he wasn't born.
He on the fire burned down .
Our world was gone in fire light,
He shine as bulb in the night.
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The numbers ran through summer heat.
I creeps from here to take a seat.
The prices flashes: on the Moon.
For war and foods will risen soon.
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Ours world will die, and you kill him
By ourselves fire of the sin.
Its water not same anymore
And thirst demands my poor soul.
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Too many questions torments me:
Have any reason what i see?
Have my researches any sense?
Have any sense to teach others?
(Does any want to teach others?)
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What will occur if I will die?
For what I spent this shortest life?
For what I losing that moment?
All that I could, I couldn't make.
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What if I reached? After all?
But, water not same anymore!
Our world died, now and still!
And doesn't matter that I live.
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Doesn't matter, whom I become:
Today – is life, tomorrow – death.
My body obediently accept,
A coffin of my problems set.

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