only the gods are real

They promise altars and arks; the hollow earth, the ascending light. You will be gold, and gold again. You are not surprised when their throats are torn open, revealed to be hollow. It is cold here at the end of all ages.

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we were an island, you were the one who broke away.

we were an island, you were the one who broke away.

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