Fault Line
One day this
whole
structure
we have built
with our minds, limbs and hands
will topple into
the ocean
The glory of our
world
shall pass into history
As the karmic wheel
turns
your futile struggle
will end in defeat
All this grandeur shall
perish
leaving only traces
as its legacy
Take the
path
which was not
made by the hands of
man
It's the one way
which will keep you
from despair
As the clock winds
down
Let your spirit soar
Only one candle
will continue to
burn in the end
Let is be yours!
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