Lo! We hear the faltering footsteps of man
Clutching at the walls of temples
Shedding streams of blood
He is coming
In the shades of those walls where
The crestfallen god is lying in pools of tears
Falling and holding on to those walls
Man is coming swerving and swooning on those walls he is coming
Pitying himself for his own helplessness
Carrying on the shoulder the iron boulder of time
He is coming
Seeing the clouds of dust of the falling edifices of exiting centuries
Anxiously looking for the unrisen dawns
Heart rent sunshines, restless winds and rains moaning with melancholy
We were left with them as our kin
At the turn of the century we are left the betrayed-
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