And what does a Man do?
When he becomes one with the change -
That he sought not to bring but facilitated?
Does history judge him kindly?
He wanders his ocean of wisdom
And is lost forever, like the sleeping City,
Without a living soul for companion
But ghosts, buried in the wreckage of lore.
So wander he must, a long, cruel voyage.
Within his own head, living out his exile
As all spectators would do, long after he's gone
Those who chose to bear witness and inaction
In the name of Gods, so shall they live on
As timeless examples of what Man did to Man.
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