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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Dark · #1988248
Started with a different intent and became something else.
The end has been, the time is now.



What was, hasn't been for some time.



All that were before us have come and gone.



The last are usually the first to go.



And who could blame them?



Who can blame themselves?



Who here is blameless?



We are the nameless.



The ones who have nothing but the world upon our backs.



Resource-less, yet resourceful, we have com this far on our own.



The world and it's old ways have damned us.



We have damned the old world as well, thus becoming the salvation.



But who can save us from ourselves?



Are we to believe that it ends with us right here and now?



Are we to be that arrogant?



Must we be condemned to repeat the past of our fathers,



Continuing what has led us to this point, this day of reckoning?



This exact moment, suspended in time forever, shall decide our fate and test our core.



The true beginning has not come as of yet.



We are to determine it's fate as well.
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