So, we enter into this place

The Library of Blank Slates

 

Where all that is known

Is still yet to be carved in stone

 

A TRAIN WRECK CINEMA is what left us here

Now we must sit and prepare

 

We picked up each slate one at a time

Scrubbing the ones that were filled with grime

 

Then placed them on shelves among the walls

So that they could decorate our new halls

 

It was grueling work as the time droned on

There were no birds around to sing their song

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Carving each slate, date by day

The gloom that had settled had started to fade

 

One day hanging up a new slate

Pink light entered in, bringing us to a new plane

 

Nature’s melodies were still subdued

But the library was filling, wisdom accrued

 

Though the ending was not yet in sight

They kept pushing on, fighting their new fight

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With each newly carved slate placed

The darkened walls started to break

 

For some reason unknown, they had an

 inkling of a feeling

That some day soon they’d no longer be reeling

 

One day the walls would break

And they’d fall to their knees

Of seeing a new world

One of emerald skies over drifting seas