The platter has stopped spinning. The ink in the Book of Life is dry. Every debt is called. Every soul is indexed. According... to the Record. It’s the end of the cycle. The Great Year is done. The moon turns to iron. The blackening sun. The archives are full! The storage is leaking! RE-SET. RE-SET. RE-SET. WIPE THE SLATE. THE GREAT RESET! DELETE. DELETE. DELETE. ACCORDING TO THE RECORD! NO SECOND CHANCES! SYSTEM WIPE! Five thousand years of blood and bone, Encoded in the silent stone. The Record remembers the towers that fell, The heaven we promised, the earth we made hell. The needle is dragging, the groove is too deep, While the shepherds were silent and the world was asleep. It isn’t a fire. It isn’t a flood. It’s a glitch in the spirit. A stain in the blood. The Great Reset is a mercy. To save the stars... From the parasite of man. REBOOT THE SOUL! ACCORDING TO THE RECORD! SCRAP THE HISTORY. BURN THE MEMORY. THE GREAT RESET! Start again... start again... start again... The needle lifts. The library is empty. The Record is white. Silence... In the halls of time... IM_Y_IN_ID
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