The white and open
cities of perfection.
The slow and graceful emotion
as a hollow mask.
I can see them
the Demi gods
walking towards
their own destruction.
With blind goodness in their heart.

Knowlege larger then
the growth of soul.
Knowlege in the seat of honour.
Emotions like shadows.

Doomsday came like a silent thunder.
Again and again.

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