disenchantment xxviii
My soul is a library
Be quiet, don't disturb
(Please)
Until an earthquake strikes
The sacred space destroyed,
The books are all gone
And in their place, emptiness
Racked with sobs
And disconsolate words
The world is ending
Even though I prepared
Hours and hours
How long will it take to recover?
Even those who hadn't taken measures
To ensure their safety
They were fine, they were fine
And here I was,
Devastated
Beyond repair.
And this is the most important illusion of all
How long will it take me to learn?
How many times must I be made an example?
Fate doesn't care who is ready
Who is supposed to be safe.
The hollow places will swallow us all,
One at a time.
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