The Ancient Gallery
Why is your face burning so hot? Is it the lie you told or truth you've hidden? Is the face you're
wearing now from the ancient gallery? Are you in the city that rapped egypt of its obelisk? Just
as their lie collapsed so will yours, time will be the judge for todays deeds. As the face burns its
droplets fall down to the planets becoming cooled jewels of beauty. They are relished and
praised, for that same beauty brings war to planets that were once filled with peace. This
ancient gallery must be brought down but is there anyone willing to destroy such a place? A
place that makes such beautiful jewels?
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