30 31 Titans Fall Liam Indigo ‘23 Panic; lights blare and whistles blow. The keys are turned, buttons glow. With that final word, that final press, All are thrown in a deep distress. For that great death bell has been rung, And this final fate can’t be unsung. Upon blaring lands and towers tall Those grim titans quickly fall. As a mother strokes her son’s thin hair, And tells tale of past lands so fair. Where drills had no need to be taught, And war was not for child’s thought. Dust and ash form dunes so grand, And trees of char cover the land. Tales of old invoked anew. The darkest peace we ever grew. Oh Of Liam Indigo ‘23 Oh of things I want to know Oh of gods and things below Oh of times so long ago Oh of those who never show Oh of that which never grows Oh of what I can’t bestow Oh of where I wish to go Oh of that unending flow Oh of that great echoed woe Oh of things I want to know
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