The Last Emperor

the great American dream is dying,

this mysterious myth slowly fades;

say a prayer for the last emperor,

he has fallen and cannot be found,

echoes of far off victory’s song,

provide the nights only remaining sound,

survivors scream out for one last feast,

ignoring clouds of dark misery,

feeding upon themselves

like mad, crazed. wild beasts,

they have become saturated,

oblivious to the solitary silent cry,

scavengers patiently wait,

hidden in their vast glass monuments to the future,

dreaming of out of court settlements and insurance claims,

silently sliding into the concrete masses,

with neither a whimper or a growl;

fear not my child;

dreams rise and dreams fall,

burdens are great and burdens are small;

we all begin,

we all end,

in between matters not;

who has lost or who has won?

only the effort put forth until it is done;

say a prayer for the last emperor,

he has fallen and cannot be found,

echoes of far off victory’s song,

provide the nights only remaining sound;

ye must overcome.

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