I burnt down your cathedral. I put you in your place. I wrecked your institutions. They've blown up in your face. The final violation: is this the great collapse? Martyred for noble masters, and I won't be the last. Now it's done. Just as planned. No rewards, no holy land. Here's regret: where's my faith? Was I right? It's too late. This is the end I wanted. Concrete my resting place. And all my fine convictions: they exit through my veins. The final violation: this is the great collapse. Martyred for lying masters, and I won't be the last.
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