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The Best Was Always
The Best Was Always
For signs we're blessed, the books we've pressed, and searched the skies. And searched the skies.
But all in vain. Each message we claim to read in the stars a human writes.
And all we've missed to get to this, and bend my knee to kindness beneath an otherwise empty sky.
What math has said. Where science led, and goes to find. Has gone to find.
The marks and angles we've writ by candles, beneath stars with no design.
Begin with this, the ending is the best was always kindness beneath an otherwise empty sky.
Our fate is shown. Ourselves alone. Until the end, for all of time.
And yes I know this. Yes I know this. And it's all alright.
The one prayer left a faithless breast, is thank you for the kindness beneath an otherwise empty sky.
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