The slowly imploding borders of an ancient empire,
lights flickering in a vast array of circuitry,
a battered starship adrift in the inky void-
our Church.
Yet, though the titaness is harried, old, and worn down,
shrinking, ridiculed, belittled, and cursed,
She is still strong...
A network of vast potential, seemingly obsolete and crumbling,
could bloom again with the radiance
of a thousand suns.
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