Omnia Mort

  Time draws to a close

  The Universe holds its breath.

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  Life without life; not even memory

  Nothing but data at the death.

  So goes the doom of doom itself

  The last seconds trickle by

  Unrememberd, unnoticed, unloved

  Is how the Universe shall die.

  All of everything, slips to nothing

  None behold Gravity’s distress

  Hopes and dreams and great misdeeds,

  None of it matters at the death.