.An iron gate surrounds you stinking like rotting lace.
Your flags are waving dishonestly.
A pining plaything, so false so pleased, your flags are aching to bloom from distand grouds, drowning out every sound.
Ten generations, ten-thousand nations reditributed like a lost and found.
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