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A modern poem: I promised Luce as she sat up on high that I would make it out of this house alive, but it's been nearly four years since the hasty impassioned words spilled from my lips and I am no closer to keeping it. I was too inexperienced, not yet downtrod to forsee the beginning of the Eschaton: governments imploding, prices the opposite, men I will never gaze upon my rights rescind.