Written by Algo
On all the barren wastelands,
Made of all the haste that fate hands,
I stand like a forgotten flag
Waiting for time’s wind to snag
The remnants of an old regime
And tear at nightmares born from dreams,
In language barely understood
And contact made, and fire from flood.
Text © Algo
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