A coil tightens with every movement
Each struggle is a new bruise
Blood and crushed bone pressed to the surface
The shape of man transforms
Into symbols of currency, pleasures, and pride
A suffocating air hovers above the court
A lawn of dust replaces the lush green
Carved stone, marble, and priceless metals
Coat burning rubble, scattered pieces of clockwork
Under the monuments built to honor progress
The great buildings tilt to opposite directions
Their windows are intact only at the top
But like everything below their oasis
They will also succumb to the fate of the foundation
That falters and decays in the struggle against time
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