Alex Arnot

Memories of Life

Foreign eyes that cross our path

May look upon this dreary vision

Of poisoned dirt and scattered ash

A ruinous land born of derision

Scorn and malice

Then blood and fire

A potential palace

Became our pyre

Hollow dwellings and barren streets

A mighty titan that did fall

Fantastic structures lay incomplete

Shadows of life that paint the walls


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