these oracles that will speak no more, mighty delphi has lost its tongue agbala shall prophesy no more to achebe and the gentle wise ibo, silenced silenced by modernity in its ever reached task of industrialization christianizing civilizing... what were once the mighty cultures of the world the mali, the songhai, the moghul, the omayyad, these have been brought low by time and gravity by shiny polished boots tromping the swaztika through the pass at thermypolai by the shiny armored norman burning jerusalem and the forests and the valleys ring with the dying cries of ancient gods forgotten, lost wandering away in chains singing "mighty pan is dead." so we will know no more of the future and the spirit so we will forgot the mysteries of the soul and the old initiates already laugh at us and sing that we have come to the end of a very long road and there's no going back... progress.Birth sign: Cancer
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