I was listening to this song by the great poet Blue Oyster Cult
It's about a biker gang who, realizing their glory days are over, pick teams out a bag and then have an epic war in the desert in which they slaughter each other.
I think this is probably the best choice for us here as well. Better to burn out, right?
Quote:
"Then the wind whipped the desert with a giant hand
and the humans and the Harleys caught the shifting sand
and the old ranger weathered the storm
and he topped the rise by the middle of morn
he saw rippled dunes, calm and surreal
and the glint of a solitary shaft of chromium steel"
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