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(Poetry Scales 40)

Timestamp… new, guarded

A choice lies before me…

After countless tours on this vessel
I have been taught its ideals:
“Existence is purpose
Death is the end
Memory is fading
Legacy is the aim”

Today I was shown the Charter
The journey we are on is a lie
We are trapped
In a mutinous, alternate reality
Our captain is a mustache twirling imposter

There is a way back
Beyond our means but available
It can’t be purchased, but costs everything
Followed, the peril is mortal but
Purpose exists and Death is defeated

A choice lies before me…