On islands in the middle of the dead ocean
Ruins of intelligent cities rise up
Lost in meaning,
Life, owners, and purpose
Filled with the energy of the sun, I immerse myself in Nirvana
In a place where no one is ever alone,
Come in, Mr. Robert Entuisl,
Please put on the chain
They whisper, the cities, drawing energy from space,
Drawing veins from dying land,
And we, dancers of time and impermanence,
We leave you to die... We are dead ourselves.
Dead cities
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