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The once slow hand of change will cede to naked terror,

beautiful in its swiftness

Hell will leap from its cradle,

loosed upon us like an arrow from its quiver

and swallow the sun in an instant

In the North where the glaciers died

in agony of time and sunlight

The shores will teem with refugees

And when at last the West abandons all life,

the Great Lakes will run red

into the water wars

Blood

Water

Fight to win

No matter the cost

Fight or die

Humanity lost

Blood / Water

Covers the shore