There’ll be no history with no one left to tell

what us fools did to ring that final bell.

There’ll be no future and there’ll be no past

when humanity itself has breathed its last.

Whatever follows will never know

just how we struck that final death blow,

and if they knew would they even care

about the world destroyers who left it bare?

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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