Volitional Death

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Bodies fall from the sky

Barely room for you and I

Climb the steps aboard the ship

Nothing left for us to miss

Leave the world we could not save

Find another, will we behave?

Met as shunned guests

Will this be our eternal quest?

Soar through the heavens

Like flocks of birds

Amazed by the view, we have no words

Everything seems so new

Roaming the blackness

That we call space

Until we find a suitable place

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