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[_color_me_in]

Even the stars are transient tonight,
a flickering light corrosive to the will
for there is no will remaining,
it departed with the surreal fall
of this citadel's last wall

and yet the fence still remains,
the world, still caged
because Eden no longer really matters
as Elysium is set to flames

for the realm has been rendered lifeless -
a listless imperfect.
There's no soul behind this film,
this fog, funereal, which drifts languidly ere us.

But I can swear the skyline tangible,
though it be a thousand miles a way
and we can permeate the atmosphere
if we only desire so
because reason has lost its meaning
in this majestic amber.