As decrepitude seeps into the crevices of my face,
as the lines of premature aging mock my vain superstitions,
I fall to my knees, withered and alone.
Technology (I'm told) will save me;
This new product, this interminable progress
Will save me from myself
But these are lies manufactured for the masses,
and I have seen the hourglass,
with its infinitesimal creep towards the shards of infinity.
And yet, escape is impossible, an inexorable decay,
the tyranny of death reigns supreme,
there is no truth for to glean,
for the world is mean.
Unseen eyes glitter in the dark,
but they miss their mark,
"Hark! Who goes there?"
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