Blast away faces
Take it back again
Left over places
I’ll make them mine again
Leave your mark
Upon times façade
But will it last
As the wheel turns?

Chip the stones away
Brick by brick the walls fall
Pulled down by harnessed horses
Soon even hoof prints fade

Clocks tick slowly
But the waters encroach
Skyscrapers become shorter
As the windows implode

Now build the walls back up again
Like Amish worker drones
Metal supports and sheet rock
Even the ruins look freshly painted

 
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