I can compare it, the red bricked rotting
To coarse clotting, the joining of reputation
Without consideration. Let's assume
That no-one else matters,
Rather, no-one else knows enough to matter.
If we stand at the top of our little raised mountain,
We think we can see it all. But we see so little,
But not phased we carry on,
Mixing together cultural catastrophe with unchanging
Atrocities, intellect's pet with a burning desire
To further ourselves, and on our golden island
We drift further.
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