I engineered
And I constructed
Towers majestic
Rising above all
The clouds shrouded
Like steps to the heavens,
And on the highest
Of pedestals
I placed her,
Thought her a queen
But that crown
Was not golden,
Oh how she has fallen
Bruised and broken
A landing that shook
All the foundations,
But I can rebuild
Quickly I can cobble together
A wall to hold and hide within
The truth that has been revealed,
No one the wiser
Least of all her,
Shambles and ruins
Cloak her as she shivers
A cold she cannot shake,
Where she aimed
I do not know,
A moving bulls eye
Perhaps,
I'll still kneel before her...

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