Shadowy Corners of Its Facade
In every effigy there is infamy...
I conceive every domain.
That is my immortal doctrine...
I see into the shadowy corners of its facade...
Feel its faded power and ruined
opulence? The cracks remain...
I construct the lines of fate...
That is only by decree.
A washed in sweet opium
I study life's delicate filigree.
I clutch for the golden ring.
The object of a lifetime desire;
To find nothing...
But ashes and twisted bared wire.
All the fire, passion n bleak rain.
Bleeds down
Down...
Into an endless drain.
Deep in the black ground...
That is my eternal pain.
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