Lost in the deserts of my own mind,
But they were cities built by my own hands,
How they were pulverized, reduced to dust,
I had once built cultures, comprehended life,
Fostered heroes and adopted the greats,
How can I be cast down from my own throne?
I had once created a concept of the divine,
My castles were adorned by my craft's masters,
Portraitures of words hung upon my walls,
Painting the blank canvas of my mind,
Populating its cities with ideas and idols,
Decorating its streets with poetry and words,
Laying tiers of bricks one upon the ...