Aftermath

In the aftermath of the calamity
All hope is lost
Ruined wastelands give way to monuments of tyrants
The Machine Messiah has won
It spits out slop disguised as culture
And lies disguised as holy truths

The Empress stands in its shadows and pulls the strings
From one land to the next
Conquest after conquest after conquest after conquest
Death after death after death

But no! All hope is not lost!
The self exiled fortune seer
The bloodthirsty assassin
The companions
The mad clown

And:

The masses.
The people.
The colonized.

These are the wounded
These are the heroes
These are the hope


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