you stole the sacred soul of my city
because you had none
take care what you do with this essence
how you feed it, how you house it
in your wretched castle
i know
it will not stay in any corrupt dwelling
there are cracks in your walls
there are holes in your floors
there are rats in your moat
there are ghosts in your attic
my soul will not tarry
in such a decrepit place
it will fly
you are nothing
i am all
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