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*Natura certo, quando lasciò l’arte   di sí fatti animali, assai fé bene     per tòrre tali essecutori a Marte.* mankind, however, does not repent this sin and continues, blindly, to forge the very tools with which the earth will be wiped blank with fire and with it gone, the words of Virgil, Homer, Dante the greatest achievements of the hearts of men undone in an instant by the greed of a few the very earth cries out, and burns through the night a light by which few souls are searched although a light which, piercing and bright, might reveal much to those who would gaze within machines of death roll off assembly lines and pass through the hands of many men invariably finding their way, regrettably into hands that will use them for their intended purpose: the destruction of worlds.
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Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 6:53 PM UTC
destruction
*Natura certo, quando lasciò l’arte   di sí fatti animali, assai fé bene     per tòrre tali essecutori a Marte.* mankind, however, does not repent this sin and continues, blindly, to forge the very tools with which the earth will be wiped blank with fire and with it gone, the words of Virgil, Homer, Dante the greatest achievements of the hearts of men undone in an instant by the greed of a few the very earth cries out, and burns through the night a light by which few souls are searched although a light which, piercing and bright, might reveal much to those who would gaze within machines of death roll off assembly lines and pass through the hands of many men invariably finding their way, regrettably into hands that will use them for their intended purpose: the destruction of worlds.
Epigraph: Dante's Inferno, XXXI:49-51 destruction by Johnson Hagood is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
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