Hell

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
-Blake

Would you like to see what we made?

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A little door to hell swung upon

And I see that Hell is no far region, no demons waiting to torment. We are the devils and the best that can be said is that some of us may still be in training. Hell is the earth ruined, the beauty of the tiger distorted, the innocence of the lamb devoured.

Earth is Hell, and the thing that defines it as such is what we are doing to it. Hell is ruined earth.

I love Earth. I cannot bear what is happening.