When I see it all collapse,
and thy empty attempts of glory vanish with thy very self.
When all your false glory and idiotic adoration succumbs to the very end,
then and just then I shall roam again the lands.
When you are not more, I will be again,
when you are all gone and forgotten, I will be reborn and reenlightened.
It will be the greatest frame,
the corpses of your feeble gods on the dry and barren ground,
your illusions and dreams, gone forever as mine,
and I will see you perish one by one,
until the very Earth ends up alone,
just as I was, I am and I will be, forever alone.
And the White goddess will take my last hope,
and the Black one shall carry all my anger and rage with her,
for the Blue one to carry my corpse to her infinite kingdom.
When we are all gone, maybe life will start again,
and in its mystery, it may give the sense of justice and equality to its creation...
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