

ThanatopsisHow then do you stand? What then is the meter of your steps? What shall endure? What shall beside you stand? All shall pass away. All shall fade. What then is hope? What then is this thing called future? Nothing, all is nothing. What shall you build? What shall you cause to endure? You are nothing; nothing was your origination and, nothing you shall ever be. Nothing shall endure. Be silent ye wretch, dust, water, and breath, no more. Flame maker, smith of darkness, artificer of despair. The works, the craft of men shall bring forth its inevitable result. By destruction does man eke out his destiny and by destruction shall destiny be fulfilledThanatopsis
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