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Enemy battleships lost in the fog

Firing blindly into the endless deep

The clouds are burning

Another great disappointment

The infantile longing for death unveiled

Consciousness is nature's nightmare

History is our own

And from it we awaken one last time

Rotten grain spilling from our bodies

Dying without even once having loved

something more than ourselves

The inalienable right of a billion eternally-newborn kings

The suicidal pleasure of the human alone

Stranded in the solipsist's temple

Ours is the heritage of free men

Free of all power and meaning

Free of everything at last