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What has come to be

will forever repeat

Another cyclic dusk

another cyclic dawn

and everything is

as it was before

Here we stand

at the eve of doom

but who are we to deem

the ancients' legacy to be true?

Misread prophecies

complemented with utter fallacies

The future seen with tightly shut eyes

The Eschatologist's morbid dream

to see the sign of the serpentarius

rise high above the burning skies

unleashing the wrath of Quetzalcoatl

The factual wisdom

of past aeons

dragged through the dirt

by simpletons

The colossi of history

burid under mountains of madness

The astrologist's new vision

the sacrifice of nine eleven

calling forth the arrival of Nibiru

as intended by the thirteenth serpent

As one cycle ends,

another begins

living day-by-day

instead of awaiting the end

A myriad of decimations

never coming true

No farewells on this eve

instead welcoming the next day

Another cyclic dusk

another cyclic dawn

and everything will

remain as it has been

As the ouroboric shapes

slowly take form

ensnaring themselves

in an eternal oscillation