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Wings of insects buzz around my corpus callosum like the low humming of a broken machine. Somber faces cry out soundless misery, but no one hears their pain. Reason wanders in and out of out-of-order courtrooms, and the glowing TV drones all their incomprehensibilities.

Stop wasting my time, brainless boxes who tell me what to think. I hear the haunting whispers of Augustus, arresting justice from sovereign foul. I watch the afterglow of a crushed sunset stroke gold tigers, and like a tensed slayer surveying a prey, I wait.

I wait for some retribution to this war, your war, the war of a great civilization. It escalates and accelerates but hardly causes reflection.

The Roman Empire fell to the wrath of a gentle God. The mighty force of conviction could never fall, but did it fail? In ashes and ashtrays, history rewrites fate. Mercy is dead, honor is obsolete, and mankind is a dignified disgrace. I am no one to forgive sins, but I know the sound of ignorance, and I know the noise of shame.