The deeds are done. The grave awaits us and the ground will receive us. Time is short and the black horse rides and wisdom she cries out and her voice is lost in the winds. The beast has risen its head and devoured the land and everything upon it. You are old remnants of a forgotten place. Your chance has passed and your time is up. As you take that last gasping breath you will then know that you were the cause of all that was and ever will be. You will see the children crying out in pain for what you have done. You will see the land burning and the skies falling upon man. There will be no turning back and there will be no escape. Come out of your sleep my friends. Awaken and be whole.
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