we modern ghosts are prisoners of war
Left for dead in cognitive backwaters
Your end of days came and went
and left us trapped
behind the barricades of your smashed ideologies.
we modern ghosts
Lost on desolate pathways
are little more than children
yet we stand united
to wait out the end of all time
we modern ghosts
out from ruin
from the rooftops of burning tenements
from under your glorious thrones
and your palaces of steel and glass
we modern ghosts
will rise up
and learn to fly
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