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"I awoke that morning

to a sudden clang of silence,

a pallid morning light

bleeding from dusk’s horizon,

some ersatz pyre

mocking the glory of dawn.

As I stepped outside,

and the wind

grew hot on my face,

I knew what we had done."

We kindled poison suns,

that we might strike first

and bathe in fire

to cleanse the earth

of those we feared

would cleanse us first.

We violent children...

That day I left

my withered home,

as the ashes

of our cities and our dead

were borne on pyre wind

to touch the livid sky,

and strangle the sun,

and starve the life

from all those who yet remain.

We violent children

have set our small blue world aflame.

No trees. No warmth. No life.

No sun. No stars. No light.

Q: The heavens are emptied.

Why have you forsaken us?

A: Your darkness fills the sky.

Why have you forsaken yourselves?

Forsaken! Forsaken!

Vespero mundi expectando!