Brick by Brick
Begin to build the tower,
Brick by brick.
The winds eat at the sculpture.
Tasteless and sour.
Night is falling,
Time is ticking.
I'm gone now.
The bricks have fallen.
Sculpture is gone,
It is time to awaken.
To the sounds of sadness,
smeared in guilt.
Oh brick by brick,
Brick by brick.
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