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SpoilerTurning and turning in the widening Douze
The falcon cannot see the flags;
Things fall apart; the flag cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the map,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and side
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst and worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand, can you see?
Surely two flags are required.
Two flags! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of AC Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of Desert sand;
No flags in Desert...
A shape with thugs body and the face of a arabic man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert players.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of a lot of versions
Were vexed to nightmare by a undead rat,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards mod to be born?
The falcon cannot see the flags;
Things fall apart; the flag cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the map,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and side
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst and worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand, can you see?
Surely two flags are required.
Two flags! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of AC Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of Desert sand;
No flags in Desert...
A shape with thugs body and the face of a arabic man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert players.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of a lot of versions
Were vexed to nightmare by a undead rat,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards mod to be born?