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We are the future's unremembered dead
will take over where the others have left off
burning everything and leaving nothing
burning it all and laughing
laughing and behaving like dogs
as the vultures circle round and wait to pick it all clean again.
Clean and right back to where the world began -
the primordial splendor of the world without man
We have flown too close to the sun
and now it is time to burn.