Sickened by our own inner fires
we made a wound five hundred acres wide
a disfigurement of riches upon our land
a mirrored abyss
of the voidness that constitutes ultimate reality
and the origin of desire's pain.
and there was a sound of kindness in the voice
of those who called for our end
that echoes now in the walls of this tomb
but I didn't hear it then.

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