I, the Obelisk
I, the Obelisk,
see all.
Ambition, Corruption
Sorrow, Hope
Damnation, Rejection
This time, it's different--
Hate seems stronger
Progression drives them
Tradition brakes them.
They come to stand
Before me, he speaks
Of the future he sees
By my Reflection--
My own color, my hue.
I, the Obelisk--
Why was I made this way?
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