Sometimes I sit transfixed, consumed by conflicting feelings.
A great doom approaches.
Everything is as it should be.
These notions fight; seeking an equilibrium with each other, and I am disturbed by their struggle.
Yet I have come to realize, to sense, that these are not conflicting notions.
A great doom approaches, and this is as it should be.
Do we really deserve anything but?
Have we not earned it?
Muse Vassal 