THE END

O' my God!

Kings hold your gaze.

And what did you think was happening?

This is the same ship drowned!

Friedrick you were wrong!

We have come so far to this:

'The Great Unlearning.'

God is dead, if that is so then it is on our heads.

Even the sinners and saints have been reconciled.

But I'll burn you down!

We shall harness the very Devils

With curious wings we shall fly

And if two thousand years is not enough,

Then the Giants will awake at our command

And we will lay siege to the city.

Like small children fighting bears

But like golden children!

Golden children that lay waste to the desolate kingdoms of this earth,

Burning what we love and correcting the land we killed back to paradise.

Friedrick O' how you were wrong this whole time.