Ruins

Old and dead ruins

Remains of an ancient dream

Time and stone, both forgotten

Both crumbling rotten

Under urban tombs

Only spirits remain alive

Amongst decadence, dirt and a violent past

Only spirits breath life

Earthquake collision

The confusion of meaningless existence

And the unwritten epitaph

Everything will die at last

Shackled threats of inspiration

Of unexplainable luxury

Of unspeakable mystery

Only spirits will survive my lack of inspiration.

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