thunder on the mountain, fire in the sky…

Imagewe clamber from hell with no glory, no honor, not a shred of dignity, nothing left to our names. We are divest of all human cravings and clingings, for they are as stones in our wakes, ground to dust as we rooted to find succor there. And in turn, we are ground to dust within their muscled coils, as they loop around our dreaming minds and tempt us through all the gates of hell…

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