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Egged on by lusty cheers
And the compulsion to feed
The gaping mouth of darkness
Thriving within me
I tied my waist and built...
Built with blood-soaked bricks
And sweat-drenched tiles
Till the mansion of glory
Overpowered the arrogant sun
And made me feel ant-like.

Then with my own calloused palms
I smashed my bricks and tiles
Like a card house they did tumble
Smithereens of my borrowed dreams
Regret is not what I feel
Because beneath the rubble
Of this self wreaked destruction
Lie the green saplings of my desire
I know they shall breathe again
And challenge the sun above.