Take your belief in a super all-ender
And heaven unsend 
Back to permanent purgatory, please
I don't want the big down or up

Not only are they myths
The moon is a crap metaphor
And the stars are very far away
While a little trite goes just enough
To see through a charade with one eye

As the characters walk past
Give me a future that only claims now
With a story that doesn't demand more than
Where we might actually go

It's heroism of the highest order
To step back from the light
And live a gray, dusky several years
Disclaiming immortality
Seeing death
Without looking any personifications
In anything like a face

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