Anonymous ID: 49dbbf June 30, 2020, 9:53 a.m. No.9800758   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Anonymous ID: 49dbbf June 30, 2020, 10:13 a.m. No.9800985   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

This is the 'Euphronios Krater

On which the godThanatos

A warrior with wings

Is carrying the body of the dead hero

Prince Sarpedon

Off the battlefield at Troy

Thanatos was the Greek god of nonviolent deaths

 

The Lone Warrior

Bringer of death to the enemy

But not war

No hero's death for the Cabal

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