the_bleak_visionary

End cycle

The ruins remained
long after the builders took their leave.
The system unchained became increasingly weak.
The bonds of culture are now frayed cables.
The pillars of society were only mere fables.
The big bang is now an implosion, reversing a time once set forward in motion.
As sinners pray and saints confess,
another cycle begins its process.



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