We lost bright fiefdoms,
celestial cities born before God.
artisan's masterpiece's lost in a heart-beat.
So age-tempered hero, hero no longer
just a part, a forgotten line, long cast off
a god with a black-heart, jealous tears and with
a blast of his rage all the heavens changed.
The flood wept all knowledge away, knowledge now
so dearly sought
'til the tower's of the old dream
replay in many different ways.
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