Rivers of knowledge, oceans of pain
Lakes in a nation of men gone insane
Drops of a torrent flow quickly past
Ears still their ringing at last.
The tower is empty, the bell has been lost
A rope hangs limp, never used.
Concepts retained in a pool of cement
Nothing lurks living below
Perhaps I should trace my steps to the door
And on my way I should go.
The Sunset
11 months ago
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