Legacy
this earth wears, broad, a garland
for the hells that man has wrought
its scarred facade, the tattered veil
for schemes once sold and bought
and should that laurel drop its leaf
for each damned dream and crime
so bless that age as moonlite finds
man's deeds, wiped clean from time.
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