"I awoke that morning
to a sudden clang of silence,
a pallid morning light
bleeding from dusk’s horizon,
some ersatz pyre
mocking the glory of dawn.
As I stepped outside,
and the wind
grew hot on my face,
I knew what we had done."

We kindled poison suns,
that we might strike first
and bathe in fire
to cleanse the earth
of those we feared
would cleanse us first.

We violent children...

That day I left
my withered home,
as the ashes
of our cities and our dead
were borne on pyre wind
to touch the livid sky,
and strangle the sun,
and starve the life
from all those who yet remain.

We violent children
have set our small blue world aflame.

No trees. No warmth. No life.
No sun. No stars. No light.

Q: The heavens are emptied.
Why have you forsaken us?
A: Your darkness fills the sky.
Why have you forsaken yourselves?

Forsaken! Forsaken!
Vespero mundi expectando!

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