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After all I've been through

I'd be begging God for a moment to rest...

dishonorable for my times... Impossible...

I was one of the dreadful ones, those who reached beyond excelsior, the brute within...

my folks were alcoholic tyrants on the verge of social discomfort, mongrels and psychopaths called us fascists and we did never comply

so, I came here from the the crestfallen Western disgrace, the final stages of the takeover...

Some last humanoid transhumanist tribe speaking the Dragon tongue inhabits these haunted barracks, oh, the alien time of no age...

These people have seen their houses fall

nations and memories of nations cancelled, empires crumbled like sand castles under nuclear blessings from a blood red sky

my people actively worked to make all this happen

and on this blowing pestilent winds which is like burning breath from the lungs of Death they still fly a black flag showing the symbol of the Vexator

so, I now perceive their key residue, it is chaos

the wisest truth...

the wisest truth is indecipherable to you, I know

but their most intimate "Naos" grew out of this

this is nothing but another window to my times and it is not so labyrinthine as it looks...