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sickened by our own inner fires

we made a wound five hundred acres wide

a disfigurement of riches upon our land

a mirrored abyss

of the voidness that constitutes ultimate reality

and the origin of desire’s pain.

and there was a sound of kindness in the voice

of those who called for our end

that echoes now in the walls of this tomb

but I didn't hear it then.