There is no one left...Nothing lives...Rust creeps heavenward along the spines of the earth...Cathedrals of iron and ash...stone, and flesh...I saw them all burn...I saw the cities burn...The splendor of towers...Magnificent...Lustrous... Lifeless husks sunken...There is no one...Rust creeps heavenward...We consecrate the beginning of no life and the end of all...We beseech nothing...Hear us, and defile our works...We actuate the bonds of decline...of want and willful wasting...All are blinded in thy vastness; defeated by wholeness; dumbstruck by emptiness...Thy light -- which we both incant and bewail...Thy darkness invites contempt and wanton felicity...The mercy and spite strips flesh from bone...Completing all forms, all fibre, all fabric...Thou art the architect.
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