At the precipice
The lords of the land write their names in the sand
The order of the cobblestones belies the chaos they endure
The sun is crimson and swollen
The preachers of doom are truthful, yet useless
For it was known from the start
That the end was inevitable
For all things must return from whence they came,
And dust shall come unto dust once more.
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