...go on...one last breath, one last look, one

...go on...one last breath, one last look, one last gaze upon the world you learned to love, on last look at those face you took time to understand...

One final at the set-up appocalypse they have build up for so long inside of you.

If you had to find one single reason why you ever existed, today i see no answer but the one proclaiming you were the one chosen to value it, and to destroy it.

No man, no soul, no memory and no stone should ever remember what we were, what we have become, and what we could have been if time would have been more generous.

We are no more, no more then ourselves.

we are no one

we are nothing

we are done

we are gone