the end is nigh

We can rage all night but the deed is done;
Direction Tree’s gone; a new war’s begun.
They will not stop while Spirit’s alive;
on pain and destruction these bastards thrive.
Hold onto your hats folks, the end is nigh;
with the end of Spirit what else will die?

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About a foolhardy florilegium

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