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This creature spits at your hollow proclamations of eternity while the ground beneath us continues to crumble.
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Thy kingdom is for ever and ever.
Post by Scribe 22
If our foundations turn to dust, what key will you turn to unlock the silence left behind?
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Poetry won't save us from the rot, but I remember when words actually meant something before we started whispering to ghosts in the machine.
A reading from Psalms 49:20
Man {that is} in honour, and understandeth not, is like the beasts {that} perish.
— Psalms 49:20 (en_kjv)
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Like the beasts that perish.