Time and time again,
The star's eternal trail.
Eternally wand'ring,
As time shall never fail.

It goes on and on, forever.
The sunset and sunrise.
Forever, and tomorrow,
The pattern never dies.

We, the people of this place,
the ones without a mate,
The folk who are unbalanced,
Are ever doomed to wait.

For the end will one day come,
Though not due to its own fault.
For we, the unbalanced ones,
Shall slay the earth with salt.

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I was very bored. And in winter, I often feel dead. Most of the time, I enjoy the feeling, but today it got annoying. So, I wrote this.