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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Author:
Alex Arnot (
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