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There was a time, not long ago

That all of this was a fevered dream

Foundation cracked, and teetering

Chimeric tales that could never be

The land on which we build these houses burns

The ghosts that haunt these sacred ground returns

The hollow shell that now remains

Their crimson roots turn ashen grey

While we all watch the slow decay we cry

“Why did you steal our lives?”

The calmer voice is beaten down

As calls for blood envelope all

While reason, tack, and decency

Have fallen prey to (the) fog of war