4.5 billion years
Molding the perfect domain
Yet in the cosmic timeline
A few months the earth has remained
Seconds ago we arose as a race
What can we know of our destiny
Ancient giants of old
Last only days in the chain
Held on for millions of years
Still somehow they faded away
The truth that is staring us all in the face
Is knowledge that someday we too will die
Elements arose within a January storm
Spiraled in the spring time towards an avaricious hole
Solid rock and rubble battled gravity's control
Through these eyes, we will see and know what it means
To live and die on this day
As a fleeting memory
worth
within
years
winter
waste
truth
though
systems
storm
still
staring
stake
spiraled
somehow
solid
these
solar
rules
rubble
remained
remain
someday
question
prime
precious
played
numbered
mortals
months
perfect
elements
fueled
dying
destiny
december
stage
began
autumn
design
catch
claim
climb
faded
water
spring
night
domain
wrote
ancient
timeline
mortal
cosmic
chain
advance
through
bring
seconds
midnight
arose
january
endure
earth
battled
failed
billion
grueling
flame
fleeting
supersonic
lives
summer
carbon
married
molding
frame
towards
means
giants
stroke
fight
knowledge
skies
memory
control
light
journey
merged
remains
final
millions
right
minutes
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