Ruin

It is always moving to face one's past...

"Ruin"

Like so much of our history
It lay in ruins
Forgotten
Reclaimed by the earth
Only it's ghost-like foundation remaining

Like so much of what we were
Are
It teased in shadows of duplicity
This Eden
Born of God
Destroyed by man
On pageantry by men
I'll shed my tears
For the souls who sought refuge here
Deep in these woods
On top of these stones
That echo the cry
Long gone from our lungs
Of freedom
And the high price
And it's high price
That God bestowed us to pay
One moss-covered ruin at a time
Only to be forgotten
Repeated
Like the questions these gate-keepers answer
Over and over again
As to why we let it go
Just as so with many other things
In the destruction of our soul...
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