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Years Negative,
nothing.
Zero,
something.
Year one.
Boom.
It’s begun.
Year two,
year three,
year four,
year five,
the universe is coming alive.
Year six,
year seven,
year eight,
year nine,
we begin to see
a sign of life.
year ten, eleven,
twelve, thirteen,
every thing
in the world is green.
Year fourteen, fifteen,
sixteen, seventeen,
we begin developing.
Eighteen, nineteen,
twenty, twenty-one,
our civilization has finally begun.
Twenty-two, three, four, five,
all we do is try to survive.
Twenty-six, seven, eight, nine,
everyone begins to find.
Year thirty, one, two, three,
things are going awfully.
Four five,
six seven,
eight nine,
ten eleven.
Crimes and violence,
sex and drugs,
nothings silent,
the war’s begun.
Forty-two three four five,
now we’re burying
the dead and alive.
six, seven,
eight nine ten,
we clearly see
no quick end.
Fifty-one two three four.
Hate and violence,
nothing more.
Five six and another seven,
colors blend,
nothing ends.
Eight nine,
and finally ten,
we're back to zero again.
the colors darken,
and cease to blend.
No more numbers,
no more years,
no more violence,
no more fears.
The earth is dark now,
and with nothing left,
it disappears to reveal a new end.
A beautiful rainbow
of everything combined.
Every color and thought
and opinion in time.
Everything is left,
nothing is gone,
left to reveal
A beautiful black dawn.