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Herein lies a city of ruins

Sunken piers and buried humans

A liquid shrine in azure light

Quaked to dwell ‘neath ocean's smite

Floating calm long glassy depths

Subsisting life from torments that draw breath

The Intruder and I dive down to her streets

To nurseries of children asleep

Waiting in vain for bells to summon

The echoes of heavens – a time becoming

"Sad and pathetic" the Intruder cries,

"These mortals’ sense of present time

What they call present is perished or unborn

True present is finite – draw death ‘wards all

And future is present to powers above

To sacrifice children and grieve without love."