We are Not Giants

We are not superior to anyone, all things that seem large will one day fall on the ground. Remember, be carful who you kick on your way up for they will be there waiting for you on your way down.

Buildings standing tall

Fall and crumble to the floor

More rubble, more ash, shattered rocks

Shattering glass breaks against the shore

Whore calls of old songs

Old songs of long gone

Children crying on the playground

Around, we are not giants

But ants in a line

Rhyme upon the fallen glass

Dancing on the falling ash.



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