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and then the
soil will die
and the
crops will fade
and your
walls
will shatter thusly;

into a
thousand red stones
torn asunder
as the high winds
beat down on your
rusted flagpoles toppling,

and you’ll wonder aloud
“how could this have happened?”
“who let this happen?”
“whose fault was this
but mine?”
to nobody,
to no one at all
because your court it is now
empty,
your court it is now
gone

and there will be no
record of your people
left standing

and there will be no
memory
of what you had
done to
this world of green.

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