There it is.
The last stand.
My Thermopylae.
But there is no Plataea.
No valiant death.
No victory in my defeat.
To stand against fate
And to lose
Newtonian at least.
Burn it all away.
Wash away the world.
Nuke it from orbit.
Stand in front of that tower.
put the slug horn to your lips and blow.
To the dark tower came.
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