An eon ago,

  there was naught but blood, dust, and ash.

  Time turned, and still, we saw—

  more blood, more dust, more ash.

  The world crawled forward,

  dragging its history in chains,

  proclaiming progress—

  yet leaving only blood, dust, and ash.

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  Fortresses of cold stone rose,

  towers of twisted steel and glass clawed at the sky,

  monuments to ambition,

  built upon blood, dust, and ash.

  Man stepped into the void,

  seeking dominion among the stars—

  but in the silence of the abyss,

  there was naught but blood, dust, and ash.

  What comes next, we cannot know,

  only that it will be written

  in blood, in dust, in ash.