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The arc of death and despair, resultant of religious pollution.
Creon's words are black...
Summoning of Tiresas...
He knows what's to come forth.
The answers to Oedipus's Questions.

Oedipus is blinded.
The irony of our existence.
You yourself are the criminal you seek.

A messenger arrives from Cornith.
With the news of Meropes's death.
Easing him with truth, in a desolated ambience...

Though sorrow shall fall,
Acceptance of the inner purpose...
Which is forbidden, because it doesn't exist.

To see men as mere phantoms,
To have the mark of philosophical capacity,
The truest dellusion of our kind,
Is revealed to us in our dreams.

This is the end of alien concepts,
And the beginning of a personal reality.
In isolation we shall see, the meaning
of meaninglessness.

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