The Tragic Gospel

Forever unto infinity

Upon this cosmic canvas

Is history etched into being.

 

The secrecy of truth

The emptiness of meaning

Shall be laid bare on its pages.

 

With a pen of steel, deceit, and misfortune

Is this universe's blackeningly tragic gospel

Imprinted in crimson ink unto humanity.

 

Thus is our tendency to bliss in ignorance

Equilibrium in chaos, and hope in despair.

'Tis our experienced and learned naïveté.

 

Indeed, we are race driven by tragedy

Fated to hope beyond hope and dream

Of an impossible, hopeless perfection.

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