Its gilded halls stand tall and proud
RESOLUTE in its construction,
Crowded and loud, the ceiling Unbowed
People ensnared by the hall’s seduction,
Time does consume all things,
Continual in its passing,
The noise, grew silent, the people, still,
NOTHING everlasting,
With a groan, the old weak stone fails at its task,
The tarnished wall falls


slowly, adoring its



death mask
So like its old guests, the hall does now does rest,
In a H

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A

P
an ugly mess
For all that is born,
Must scurry home
One day or another,
Like ashes to ash
Dust to his mother dust