tear down the last gods
They promise altars and arks; the hollow earth, the ascending light. You will be gold, and gold again. When their throats are torn open, they reveal to be hollow.
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The bright hopes of youth had to be paid for at such a bitter price of disillusionment.
— W. Somerset Maugham
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