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Friday, September 30th 2011

All your monuments'll fade,

You'll feel the cut of that cold, slow blade,

And through the cackled cough of baby's breath,

You'll feel the scratch of the clacking claws of death,

And you'll know what you've become,

When twilight fades and your time has come.

But you'll find the tracks of that old, damned beast,

The last of the creatures to be released,

And through blackened forest, and land laid waste,

You'll track that shadow and come face to face.

And he'll have eyes that you cannot see,

And he'll stand beneath a ghostly cherry tree,

An' he'll speak in sunken, measured tones, crackling like a billion broken bones:

I am what mortal eyes fear to see,

I am what's always been, and always will be.

The truth is everythin's been betrayed,

Ground t'dust an' laid to waste,

And each old robot licks his lips,

To a sound comin' from a Dark Lord's finger-tips,

There'll be nothin' left but the zero sum,

When twilight fades and your time has come.

There's never been anythin' to learn,

No enemies, no allies, no glory to be earned,

No truth, no deception, no hidden form -

There's no shelter from this storm;

Just hell's fires eaten by cryptic worms,

The cold ashes in that evil wizard's urn,

In this way the world has always burned.

And to that he'll flap his wings and click his hooves,

He'll do his work, he'll have no point to prove,

An' he'll speak of an old, deadly curse, in Aramaic, in some forgotten verse :

I am what mortal eyes fear to see,

I am what's always been, and always will be.