Nor public Flame, nor private, dares to shine;
Nor human Spark is left, nor Glimpse divine!
Lo! thy dread Empire, Chaos! is restored;
Light dies before thy uncreating word:
Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall;
And Universal Darkness buries All.
Alexander Pope, The Dunciad, 1743
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Hey! Yer not dead Mr C! (Unlike me)
Not exactly dead, but I have developed this strange craving for human brains. And my appendages are rotting and falling off. Not the dreaded Covids though, so all's well!
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