Two Worlds

Though the moon is waning
In my world.
The sun shines in the other.
Within dark depths, of oceans deep,
Breathing becomes slimmer.
But in the other world,
Not only tyrants reign.
Even at its great end,
Both worlds are mine.
For they are both one world,
A cruel and wonderful world.
My world.

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