Great pillars cave
And tumble into dust
In their timeless crumbling
As they cleave the infinite fog
Thick plumes rage on
Reveling at fallen titans
As swarms stagger mournfully
Through the familiar span of decay
These fumes matter not
For it is truly all they know
The shards and the shambles
Are the beloved signatures of home
Let the sewers course on
With their foul and sinful brew
And let black lungs heave
Blissfully, charred, and useless
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