Hands break, mortar and stone give way. A mounting frustration wanes as the light of day reaches my face. Its blinding brilliance brings a burgeoning hope that soon fades.
I see the world has fallen. As my eyes adjust, Desolation chokes me, thick and dry. I see the world has fallen. As my eyes adjust, bright skies turn to gray.
We have bitten the hands that feed us death, and found them bitter sweet, but still we swallow, because it is our time, and they are our deaths, bloating the pitiful wretches that walked this land, woe filled and ravaged. Life imitating an art, long since lost, a God creating destiny, walking solemnly through its weave like cattle to slaughter. History is truly written by the victors, and standing here on the precipice of the void I can see, I was forever defeated, blinded by scapegoats, dressed in wolves clothing. It’s too late, always has been, always will be. I give you this, the last of me, until we meet again, in Armageddon’s sweet embrace, an end never ending.
I always knew no matter what I did there would be consequences. Despite it all, this place almost feels like home…
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