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And as the bell tolls again – and again it will,
the timeless treasures, once held to great regard…
will perish, like them all.

Inevitability is not a truth to be interpreted,
for we reject Fate, Destiny, and their virtues,
and so into the void, we will fall.

There is nothing that we possess which will
turn back the tides of time, or
cast new reflections upon silence, or
escape the fleeting thought of finality.

And as the chimes strike again, as again they certainly will,
what is now inland will now become isle,
churches and cemeteries, marred and defiled,
everything here will soon become still,
yet all that we have is already gone.

And as the sun rises (again? Time will tell),
the necessary confinements of society still
find us, and bind us, and blind us,
till none stand, and those who didn’t care,
will bear the suffering of those who did.