Weary of the mindless malls,
We journey out to view the scrawls
Etched by the Neanderthals.
And there compelling to us all,
We stand speechless and enthralled
Observing scenes both large and small.
Of grazing beasts in boundless stalls,
Diffused in peaceful, stoic sprawls
Waiting for nothing, nothing at all.
Look, if you dare, upon the next wall.
Where speared brutes bleed waterfalls;
Caught unawares, we...
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