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Do you know what’s great about the Apocalypse?
Nothing.
It fucking blows.
-Anonymous, Reactor 7
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Come away, come away
Let the little ones play
With the ice, and the land, and the snow
Walk away, walk away
To the cold end of day
To the shadow and darkness of all
It’s the end, it’s the end
All the trees and the wind
And no stars, or no moon, or no sky
Get your bell, get your salt
To the sea, to the vault
Sing a song as we join with the end
Drink with me, drink with me
Raise your glass and your gun
As we mourn for the day, and sing for the sun
It’s all lost, and all gone
This world that we won
In the ice, in the fog, in the fall
-Nursery rhyme, Reactor 13
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Follow the rill, go out to the tide
Find the place where the strangers hide
Keep to the shadows, stay in the mist
Never accept a salt laden kiss
Take what is theirs, break all their ties
Never trust one who can speak truth and lies
Then follow the tide, run back up the rill
Come home to the fair folk, under the hill
-Folk saying, unattributed
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