For the tragic end, the new era (no kidding),
If there wasn't that wall that holds a wall that holds a wall
(wood, bricks & coins),
Maybe secrets, ungrateful rumours that need be silent,
An empire for an empire, ruinous architecture,
For anything other than pain, death, loneliness or mind collapse,
And still they come, still they hurt,
Like second-day or third-day newborn awaken side by side,
Different as the same evil haunts different dreams,
Different when they say and they disagree,
My world, it's the place to grow
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