It Is Finished.

Over time over
The rest are for her and I
God will remember

These days slip like sand
Inconsequential in storm
With no witnesses

I am reassured
That a rewrite is needed
Fundamentally

Since before these days
The ones evil men have claimed
Like they have claimed all

Slipping through fingers
Their desired end still seen
By their kind alone

Into dark bunkers
Abandoning this wasteland
Known only to them

The worst of us leave
A sudden weight is lifted
With their tools, rebuild

For a thousand years
They cower in prison vaults
As dreams are fulfilled 

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