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There is a story untold

Grave and long as thousand generations

Written in effigies of time

So it could not be read

It is the story of mankind

A story of all…

We forsee the inevitable

Visible in the writings of our ancestors…

We see the future and the past

predictions of our disastrous end…

…Just as each construction and form gone by with the past

we end…

And for an inexplicable reason

we also disappear…

…for the course of doom had never changed

It is a story of cessation

The cessation of all