Digging through this hole
Into a tunnel pushing out
All that there remains
Is a hollow empty shell
World on top of worlds
on top of words, what's to follow
A story told in time
From these dusty bones borrowed
They sign with withered hands
The treasure they've amassed
We've removed the mask of time
An peaking through at last
Now speaking through the past
Is a class from which you'll learn
These thieves from ancient ruins
Now ruined by these who'll get their turn
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