{"id":103,"date":"2024-03-30T13:05:19","date_gmt":"2024-03-30T13:05:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/theendgame.xyz\/?p=103"},"modified":"2024-08-29T15:50:54","modified_gmt":"2024-08-29T15:50:54","slug":"anno-no-domini","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theendgame.xyz\/index.php\/2024\/03\/30\/anno-no-domini\/","title":{"rendered":"Anno No Domini"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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In my own life, I stopped trying to block <\/h6>\n\n\n\n
your constant attempts at suicide by military and deceit. <\/h6>\n\n\n\n
I was tired of fighting you in so many of my failed attempts<\/h6>\n\n\n\n
 to remove your blindfold and save you from yourself. <\/h6>\n\n\n\n
You clung to and fought for that blindfold <\/h6>\n\n\n\n
as if it were the child you had thrown <\/h6>\n\n\n\n
into the fire of war.

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So here I sit along the water’s edge, civilization to my back, the incessant hum of a busy restaurant, and the inability of people to untangle themselves from the simple magic that is lies, their cascading words almost drowning out the subtle sounds of the forming of each crack in the structure that signals the inevitable collapse of a civilization that bases its decisions on deceit. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It seems in these moments of decay, I have finally grown an appreciation for the Argentine skills of poetry and genocide. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And yet, deep within the wreckage of my soul, that tiny solitary flame of hope ignited by my mother long ago still flickers to life now and then, illuminating the dark, alone.

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Carry the flame or leave it. It\u2019s up to you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s always been up to you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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In my own life, I stopped trying to block  your constant attempts at suicide by military and deceit.  I was tired of fighting you in so many of my failed attempts  to remove your blindfold and save you from yourself.  You clung to and fought for that blindfold  as if it were the child you […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":317,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[24,13,18,17,15,26,12,16,25],"class_list":["post-103","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-analog","tag-anno-no-dimini","tag-endgame","tag-m-victoria-navajas-claros","tag-maria-victoria-navajavas-claros","tag-memoir","tag-the-end","tag-the-endgame","tag-the-endgame-a-memoir","tag-there-is-no-god"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t