That hour may come when Earth no more can keep
Tireless her yearlong voyage thro' the deep;
Nay, when all planets, sucked and swept in one,
Feed their rekindled solitary sun;
Nay, when all suns that shine, together hurled,
Crash in one infinite and lifeless world;
Yet hold thou still, what worlds soe'er may roll,
Naught bear they with them master of the soul;
In all the eternal whirl, the cosmic stir,
All the eternal is akin to her;
She shall endure, and quicken, and live at last,
When all save souls has perished in the past.
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Rick Grimes 2020. Because this isn't a democracy anymore.
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Things don't get better because you want them to.
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All things serve the Beam.
Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.
Always up for a Walking Dead RP. PM me for my plots or toss me yours; nothing ventured, nothing gained.
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Things don't get better because you want them to.
![User Image](https://i.imgur.com/RCZx0Dy.gif)
All things serve the Beam.
Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.
Always up for a Walking Dead RP. PM me for my plots or toss me yours; nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Buying art of my OC.