A deserted monument is ambitious for completion
In its contours and cowardly appearance;
My coordinated body surrenders to it like Paganism,
Devilish amounts of cash are deposited nearby.
Confused images rise and fall in a jagged confusion,
Direful delegations emerge somehow, like rotten fruit;
Brawny adults survey the area for a crazy spot to stay,
Where the children can curve their eyes on the distinct site.
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