I have felt my soul crumbling about me.
Who bears an immortal soul?
I think not I.
I feel it spin like a bloodless husk
While twilight's gray lead steeps my eyes
In dread and despair.
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"This is the way the world ends / Not with a bang but a whimper." --T.S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men."
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I will cleave until the white ugly heart of your skull is barren and yet I shall love you to the uttermost days of my life.
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