i am the end of the earth

i am the end of the earth. I am the end of the earth.

i am the end of the earth. I am the end of the earth.

i am the sorrow horizon.
i am the endless sigh.
my wings are laced with dysphoric ash
and you worship me for it.

you worship me for it.
oh god, you worship me for it!
to cheers from the mouths of the damned,
I will swallow the whole world whole!

for few who live now fear death,
in our mind we wish to drown us in it.
must i acquiesce to our great rite of death?
at the end of my rope, this is the fate that i eat...

and who shouldn’t fear the things the stars say?
and who wouldn’t fear all the ways in the end
that the dying song of the wind blows?
who wouldn’t give it a thousand-and-one “second” tries?

but now we know the countermelody
shared with the world by a sorceress of Apeiron’s depths:
the spell of the anti-life, which we feel to be external,
but tugs on us internally...

i think it saves me.
i think it hurts me.
i think I don't understand it?
i think it is just a thing.

a thing that sits
inside the core of the machine consuming everything
part of me, through umbilical cable to its interface—
i must be the one to make my own cut.

I must be the one 
to make my own Cut

or i am the end of the earth... 
the End of the Earth, 
the end of the earth
or I am the End of The Earth.

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