[jonascord]

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

[Joe Brower]

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.