An age is done. The book must close.
We are abandoned to history.
Raise high one more time the tattered standard
Of the Fallen. See through the drifting smoke
To the dark stains upon the fabric.
This is the blood of our lives, this is the
Payment of our deeds, all soon to be
Forgotten.
We were never what people could be.
We were only what we were.
Remember us.”
(Actually please dont remember me, in-fact forget I ever existed
)RT:https://poa.st/objects/7442a159-9942-4a75-bd2b-a94569001cf3
Removing my mutes for Lem's last weekend. Sorry to those most affected by this tragedy.
