Listen. It is a dark intuition.
the future yells great upheaval .
A Vile thief.
CHaos.
A demon he smiles. Out of his shadow.
He steps into the Order.
Chaos wondrous and maddening
A friend with a fiends delight.
it is the Hour.
Destroyd but not distraught
For I see
A lark. mourning in the morning.
Dew, nights tears
shine in the first sunrise.
Of the LAst Night
Paradise.
Now. Time of ThunDER.
He Mighty stands Alone above the CLouds.
Smiles. For we are No More
The End.
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So all is dark. The oceans rest. No waves. No storms. No wind in the leafs. No more. Not here. Nothing.
But - can´t you see and hear: It rumbles down under. Beneath the surface something cracks. And now -- BIG BANG - it starts all again.
History is not alpha to omega. History is a neverending circle.
Future is right here. Crap it.
crap it? what does that mean? There is no renewal! The end is final. Its so much more fun that way.
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