It's a beautiful disaster.
This world we live in
Couldn't break any faster.
This air I breathe,
It is tainted with the dust
Of the crumbling cities
That still build up around us.
I hear the footfalls of us all,
It's like we're walking on air.
The ground falls away
To reveal what's really there.
Slowly time goes backwards,
As our world is erased.
The buildings unbuild themselves,
Our history is replaced.
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