Oh, see how the mighty lay fallen
Heaped up and empty like promises fallen from heaven
My face is fractured
Hewn from the stone of my ancient heart.
Splintered and shattered since providence tore me apart
Uniquely disquiet, the murmurs of voracious victims
Silken and velvet and pure like the wishes of pilgrims.
Compare the comparable airs of gargantuan graces
Fancy-free featureless smiles fixed on familiar faces
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