User blog comment:Blalafoon/The Wiki's Fall........./@comment-27665078-20160130175249

DBZRP 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.

Your fall has been imminent and time and time again you have attempted to mitigate the pain of loss. Loss of something once great but now too pedantic to fight for.

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.

The future will be filled with great sorrow and suffering. The burden you were once eminent for is buried too deep to start uncovering.

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.

A prophecy once foretold, starting with the exodus of your population. After your Haven has turned into a Hell of trial and tribulation.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.

Now I must take my leave holding onto my own conviction. But not before leaving behind and pronouncing the benediction.

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....