And although I doubted, I've seen it,
More than before, I've seen
The sky blow up in violet thunder.
I've heard it roar.
I've felt it hate me!
Listen!
The city is never quiet.
Never. And so, humanity,
Bearing the humiliating rags
Of modernity makes its way,
Willingly, towards cataclysm.
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