yesterday, it was only a grain of sand, now a heap;
people call it a monument.
inscribed therein was a name of a prophet.
yesterday there were only yes and no, now there's maybe, tattooed in your arm;
written on the ground.
yesterday, a drop or two of of your sanctified oil can be tasted;
that was grand;
everyone came and feasted.
now's a famine,rust eating away what's left.
all your Gods have forsaken the land,
everyone's dead, going gone,
only a monument 's left , standing haughtily on the ground..
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