Moments have gone
Easing its pulse
Dilapidated old pillars, delude
The momentary pride
Coving smug the wreck
Chapped lips with cold blood
Cobweb, denude
The bearings of strength
Treacherous time runs high
Enticing the trap
Old skins odour sweet
Sagging putrid in mushroom bloom
Mighty mites buzz brown hills
Rubbing rubble mixing roots, deep
Lo, one more stake takes shape
Fixing by modern pillars
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