Not that there was much of a point
To anything, sorry to disappoint
I know many of you were hoping
For one to use for your coping.
But no, this all was just chance
An unguided mess of a cosmic dance
If you found purpose in this mess
Then to this point I must really stress
You're welcome to have it for your own
To measure out your own lives that you've sown
But that's all it can be
Leave others alone and free
Their futures are theirs to decree
Not yours, signed, the force that will forever oversee
Notgod.
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