"I've come to talk with you again..."
castles built by human hands
can always see an end
whither cry these barren lands
that once did beauty lend
tears that showered humbled souls
have dried to sullen eyes
twisted digs these cratered holes
whose depths find truth in lies
tides will wash away what stood
till all that's left is him
curse the death of all that's good
destroyed by senseless whim
~Moses
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