The end of a thing...
And there will be signs in the sun and sighs for the moon, distress on the earth – the resulting perplexity of games without rules and actions without consequences.
Ignore the real time warnings – real time end time nations of our day.
An end? An end? There will be no end of the great American Empire. Canada, Greenland, Mexico, Venezuela? They all belong to us. The moon itself belongs to us; we control the tides. We will annex the horizon if it pleases us to do so, no matter the roaring of the sea.
Burnt down and broken. Raped and pillaged to turn a dollar into a dollar and a half.
This is the day, the most important day. The last day. Filled with working dinners, cigarette smoke, and regret. All passion. No patience. No plan. Only pride. Only pain.
Look up. Look up.
...is better than its beginning.
Ecclesiastes 7:8
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