The Late Hour of Humanity
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The Late Hour Of Humanity.

The Late Hour of Humanity

by everyman

The evil men do will not be forgiven by any just God.

I must bear witness. At this late hour of humanity we are impotent against our fate.

The only power left is to tell the story of our decline.

The tonnage of misandry will crush even the loveliest news.

When the music stops we will only be left with the sound of the world's screams, and when the screaming stops, only silence.

The chasm of life is peaked with birth and death and must be crossed without even a lantern to light the way.

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