A vast unmeasurable
prostrate in humiliation
a hopeless effort from a
intricate fessade
airs fall dead with the realization
that the Master of Lies now lays with god
Akingdom gone, glory disbanded
tears wash away the strength of his memory
only the desolate remember the call
to look for his return in the dead of evening
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