The Tyrant dips his quill in liquid night,To strike the sun from the celestial sheet,And extinguish every lingering ray of light,Until the Great Erasure is complete."If I cannot command the flow of sense,I’ll turn the volume to a hollow zero,And build a wall, opaque and dark and dense,To bury every rebel and their hero."The stars begin to vanish, one by one,Like candle flames beneath a giant’s palm,As everything that words had once begun,Is swallowed by a cold, pedantic calm.The sky is now a blank and toothless stare,With nothing left but thin and static air.
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