I promised to spread your ashes
Across the surface of Mars.
The promise came back in flashes,
For I saw nothing but stars.
They were blinding as light,
And my vision faded out.
This didn't cause me fright.
Yet, I know it's me you doubt.
I have an ability to see reality.
I see every branch and path.
I am what you call an abnormality.
I see all this calculated math.
But see, here's what you miss
Every path is the right one.
Each of them contain bliss,
But this is already done.
Whatever choice you make,
Is not what you wish to do.
Or is it? Here, you wake
And see what is true.
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