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To gain your own renewal with every passing lapse,

You shackle Man in ever-shifting slaveries of frustration,

Promising the while to help improve his next attempt –

Yet never granting that fulfillment.

And so you use

The wasting of each man

As measure of your strength.

But the desires

Of Man’s transitory,

Strife-begotten life

Are greater

Than the cold complacence

Of your effortless destruction.

And if you fail to care

That the toll

Of your strength

Is unforgivable,

Remember, Time, that without Man —

You die…

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