My Dear Eternity,
I stand on the brink of a new age.
I stand within the circle.
I stand atop the mountain whose soil is saturated with the blood, sweat and tears of those who've fought for senseless hope.
I stand beneath my bathed-in-black, stretched-across-the-universe sky.
I stand with my back to the heaps of bodies, fetid, putrid, stinking-sweet.
I stand, I stand, I stand, the ley lines a-criss-cross ten thousand times through and through me.
Human life is a joke and punchline as they hurry to end what they began.
Make babies,
Kill them all,
Carry on.
I stand beneath the temple, within the circle, to bring time to it's knees, to bring you back into the womb, to unmake.
In peace.
Carry on.
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