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I tried, but as the ceiling collapsed
we had to build our town from the ground.

Smashed bodies under the ruins,
supporting the pillars of our disease.

The fucking ghost
of what we have been, what we'll never reach.

Last words of an old man
preventing disaster, fading to black.

Their swords imposing their cross over our gods;
women and children taken as trophy, murdered and raped.

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