In the beginning there was the singularity. He gave man free will and in the ensuing chaos, the Fallen One composed Her masterpiece....
The violins cry, the harmonies shriek. Chorus voices rise, She rises from beneath. Personified, She eludes my grasp. Smelling sweeter than the dragons we chase.
Western Civilization crumbles as we dance.
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