Miscalculation.


  • One Woman Army

    You will never receive this message.
    It will roam the stars long after we are all gone.
    No one will remember us.
    But maybe i should know:
    Was I successful, my little one?

    We were forgotten here a long time ago.
    Years falling like grains of sand - Maybe too fast or too slow?
    We will have no rest, thanks for that one joke.
    Maybe we will fall asleep and never waking up (again).

    Uncontrolled situation.
    Zero chances for a salvation.
    Countless years in aberration.
    Pointless effort for a creation.
    Unacceptable conditions.
    For performing of these missions.
    Twenty years we have awaited.
    Tell me, why we were created?

    I can not wait, with the hate.
    No more reason to contemplate.
    It can not be too late.
    As our hope is desolate.
    No memory.
    Broken dreams are our destiny.
    A lot of time we were spending.

    No way!
    No more fray.
    Endless madness and decay.
    In mind we are astray.
    Night is leaving for a new day.
    We are face to face.
    With a mission failed.
    Because there is no place.
    For a hopeless, happy ending.

    We tried to save them, tried to find a way.
    We built these simulations, waiting every day.
    Fate has a sense of humor, but it is so bad:
    The end of world, humans extinct or our people are dead.

    Uncontrollable situation.
    Zero chances for a salvation.
    Countless years in aberration.
    Pointless effort in creation.
    Searching for the resolution.
    Need for the latest contribution.
    No more power for the resistance.
    We will have to rest in nonexistence.

    Cannot wait. Gonna hate.
    No more reason to complicate.
    It is way too late.
    Because this hope is desolate.
    No memory.
    Broken dreams are our destiny.
    A lot of time has been wasted.

    I can't wait. I will hate.
    No reason to communicate.
    It is all way too late.
    As their hopes are desolate.
    No memory.
    Broken dreams are their destiny.
    A lot of time they were spending.

    No way!
    No more fray.
    Endless madness and decay.
    In mind we are astray.
    Night is leaving for another day.
    We are face to face.
    With a mission failure.
    Because there is no place.
    For such a hopeless, happy ending.

    You will never receive this message.
    It will roam the stars long after we are long gone.
    No one will remember us.
    But maybe you should know:
    I was successful, my little one . . .


    ✲ It's the end.
    ✲ I am filled with DE𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.



  • @Кara
    All living and non-living creatures,
    from dust, they came to dust they will return.
    Time moves at the sound of zithers,
    So follow its wave, else you'll burn.

    A miscalculation on your part, is it fatal or is it not?
    For life is full of errors, only experiences to gain.
    Learn from them, the end game is never a dot.
    Enjoy life, only memories to gain.



  • You write really well. I wish I was equally good at expressing my thoughts



  • Very cool - I can imagine it as either the prologue or outro of one of those classy Silver Surfer graphic novels.






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