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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