Muted way way underneath
Even past what is known as the bottom of the sea
Sits an empire on the brink of the imagined
There is no turmoil, no sadness, or passion
Unseen, way way Underneath
Where it is impossible for humanity to reach
Waits an empire of all grey
There is no change, no hesitation, every delay
Isolated, way way out of touch
May be a spark of life, it isn't much
The heart of the one who was once meant to lead
So uncaring, no mind to beg, cry, or plead
What lives way way down within?
The resources to sustain, long past growing thin
Removed from what we know of space and time
This kingdom is not physical,
But the product of an idle mind
©despair
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