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The writing of heaven etched out its anger
And blistering crumpled the edifice
The lights that swirled its length
Die, like so many ruined fireflies
The black clouds loom above
And patiently they wait
To see what ruin their messenger brings
To the proud sentinel that had stroked the sky
The barren wasteland laughs and echoes
For miles around with the lightning’s mockery
But because this is the brown where no one goes
Only the rocks can answer
The dust of the barrens meets the dust of the sky
And the tower is falling with only the night to watch
The ruin of what once marked where some fleeting men
Dared to live where nothing else did
The souls of those who lived in the tower
Hang in limbo
Torn in two
A wrenching echo of their creation
Will they crash into the labyrinth of its roots below
Or fall somewhere further
Do they think of the of the lives they lived
The things they did, of repentance and sin
Of everything that they were
Before the lightening spoke
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