Remember the memories that made you forget.
Forget what was to be remembered and bury the past.
This tear in the very fabric of time, this nothing where everything was to be.
Time is an ocean , so fluid yet still.
Existence with no beginning , no middle or end.
I remain standing, staring into the eyes, the eyes of the blackbirds, the eyes of the damned.
Fallen,fragile and frail you may call me.
I am one who listened, through the passing of time, through the fall of the Angel.

Wait for the bang that is far from a whimper, the end I am bringing for all to begin.

We are the beginning.
We are the end.
Forget and remember.
Forget and remember.