Annuit Coeptis
Summer freezes over, shattering a beating heart
Images burn like the setting sun, an imprint on a dirtied canvas
Flames melt the icicles streaming down a face
It chokes
Wet and dry
Rivers flow, and are dammed
We meandered through the rows of knowledge
Pondering interests
I was happy to be where I was
I hated where I was
Frustration and satisfaction strove for dominance
And neither was the victor
New knowledge illuminated truth
Breaking and tearing
The page is closed
A song ended
Thoughts dash through a mind, splashing in the puddles of sanity
No one knows
Truth be told, it’s insignificant
Yet of utmost importance
Hypothetical and theoretical
Nothing is changed
Except the future
I walk through the valley
It walks on me
I turn my face to avoid the blows of a violent force
I return to placidity
Someone tells me they are sorry
Sorry for all that has happened
The sheets of ice crack and float away, perhaps forever
Glaciers rise
Snow falls
Water is frozen
Desolation
Spurning sweetness, they drink the bitter water flowing from rocks of spite
Rationality drowns in the growing depths
Why?
It is so.
Who is that?
What are they holding?
Why are they pouring it out?
Where is it falling?
When will it arrive?
How will we survive?
The figures beside me fade
I rise and behold
The earth is flooded
Waves of flame break upon the shore
Torrential downpour of fire
Consume
The mountains blaze, giving no mercy to those that entreat them
The torment goes on
Those who killed the king became the kings
Their king is dead
They inherit death
There is no respite
No help found
No hope
But that which can be found in a moment
The stillness of the unassuming night
Speeches to scum
Messages to the malevolent, now meek
An unjust punishment
Bloody corpse displayed
Cavern sealed
Entrance cleared
Arise
Ascend
Given a gift, a dozen go
A million received
There is no hope
But that
Lux mundi
The end is known
The path is dark
Flames will illuminate
Sohn des menschen
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