It would appear
we are the remnants
from the ruins
of a decadent world
devoid of beauty
and equally
of soul-
what then
can we hold
on to but sigh
in despair and pain?
We can't hope
for a spiritual renaissance
all that's left
is bleakness
and darkness-
in shadows
we remain
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