The Last Line - Winds

Considering the chance of infinity

Looking at the grand optical spectra

Seemingly of some cosmic importance

AS unrealistic as the concept may be Feeding the ongoing circle

No means of retribution

Only a single escape

The last line of defense

Throughout ages of stellar revolution

A combination of stars and eons

Shaping the way of the grand design

Beyond the imagination of life

A boundless gaze of stars and planets

In a perplex web of harmony

A balancing act on the count of nature

An unforgiving yet continuous fate

Considering the chance of eternity

Looking at the way that life may be Unrealistic and unimportant

And like everything it fades away

Always another reason

To feed on the infinite circle

No need for escape

The last line of repent

An unbalanced act of structure in chaos

Reborn from the ashes of its former self

Throughout ages of stellar insurrection

Past stars and eons, planets and space

Shaping the way of the grand design

Beyond the imagination of death

A boundless gaze of nothingness

In a perplex web of disharmony