this is the only way it could have ended war no longer needed its ultimate practitioner it had become a self sustaining system man was crushed under the wheels of a machine created to create the machine to crush the machine samsara of cut sinew and crushed bone death without life null uroboros all that remained was war without reason a magnum opus a cold tower of steel a machine built to end war is always a machine built to continue war you were beautiful outstretched like antennas to heaven you were beyond your creators you reached out for god and you fell none were left to speak your eulogy no final words no concluding statement no point perfect closure T H I S I S T H E O N L Y W A Y I T S H O U L D H A V E E N D E D the pages of the book are blank