Some Say Many Somethings

The greats of old

Ancient forlorn people, texts

That age is gone

Some say it grew cold

I say we are growing warm

Warm with cold, warm with heat

Who knows of such things

Some say we are those forlorn

Others say otherwise, as they will

And as they will continue to do,

Through till that of what some call now

Becomes what some call old

And until that end they fulfill.

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Tbh I have no idea what this means XD it's kinda shit tho

Also I'm back for now, no promises tho, I hope y'all haven't forgotten me lol