Change in time's webbed forfeit of ideals,
Hammering injustice through a crooked smile.
Admit these travesties are repressed within;
Man seeks adoration, with not concern of the voice that gives it.
Brilliant, isn't it?
Edifices wilt and converge as they're falling from rise.
Remember, this is just the beginning of deconstruction.
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