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Omega

Time is a cruel master

Takes more than gives

Withers and flays

As he presses onward

Ever onward

No going back, no skipping forward

Levels the mountain

Fills the valley

Dries up the lakes

Tames the oceans

And someday will

Turn our rock into a charred lump

With us or without us

Who will carry on?

Will we be lost in space

Last remnant of the human race

Or will alien eyes

Gaze at our lifeless stone

And wonder if anyone

Once lived

What type of life

And send robots

To roam the surface in search of some

Redeeming quality

Some reason they should visit