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Like a golden city, frozen in the immortal

Dungeons of rhetoric

Romanticised by flaming tragedy

Burned from the face of the Earth

In a battle of immaculate sophistries

Its unknowing silence driving an illegitimate consent

Noblemen would mock

So to do I set the recollection of my youth aflame

Refusing to walk that same old path

As time shapes me a new Eve

And from my own rib that garden is now

Burned from the face of the Earth

What was endured

Unbalanced with resentment

But always known, I know

Time... My Youth... The Burning Earth