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Apr 2019
Above as us though such no more
Peering eyes through heaven's floor
To come to be what all might be
And in the end to finally see
The crumbling stone and rotten wood
The results of all we thought was good
That dark black tower of pride and hate
In the coming time the hour too late
Hadrian Veska
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Hadrian Veska
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